Lessons From the Kissing Booth

I remained a teenager when Brad entered his twenties, but no age difference could really interfere with true partners in crime. We each tried, when we first met, to fall in love with the other, but much to our mutual relief that didn’t really work out. Instead, we wrote suicide letters together:
“To Whom it May Concern:
I can’t believe I ate the whole thing.”
“To Whom it May Concern:
I’ve fallen and I can’t get up…into a vat of piranha.”
“To Whom it May Concern:
I licked the cat. Because of that and all the other years of me-inflicted trauma, it went a little crazy.
It’s almost chewed through the door. Here’s hoping it goes for the jugular.”

We made light of the things that scared us rather than risk losing face by being obviously afraid.