Chapter 20

The caption to my post was a simple sentence: "A small city isn't any worse than a big city." As soon as I hit send, Jerome commented, "If you want to play it cool, at least choose a better caption. This sounds like something from the '80s!" I replied with a poop emoji. Was I trying to play cool? If I were, I'd delete all the posts related to Isabelle. As I thought about it, my eyes lit up. Yeah, why was I still holding on to them? So, I opened my Instagram profile and started deleting them one by one until everything was gone. I hadn't realized how much work this would be since I wasn't the type to post often. I usually only shared a post once a month. However, when I was madly in love with Isabelle, I posted like a maniac—sometimes even once a day. No wonder people said those in love become inexplicably strange. By the time I finished deleting everything, it was already past 2:00 am, and I was so exhausted that I fell into a deep sleep. The next morning, I woke up natur