On the Surface
Later, I told Gary about the exchange.
“I knew that guy in middle school,” Gary said.
“He always had his head stuck in a book
—not that it’s a bad thing—
and he was always so quiet.
I wondered if he might have been
plotting assassinations in his spare time.”
The way Gary grinned at me, I knew it was a joke.
It did not seem that funny, though.
Because the more I thought about my ex-crush,
the more I realized
I never knew very much about him at all.
I knew only what was directly on the surface