He's Not The One.

Your skin feels like fire every time you see him.  

You start to question the very foundation of physical 

sciences, because how can it be that your soul literally 

leaves your corporal body when your phone vibrates 

in the pattern you personalized just for him.  

You've got it bad. 

But here's the thing. 

He's not "the one." 

Sky Ferriera's striking words resonate strongly with a gen so devoid of romance. So over it.  

"The one" is a figment of our imaginations. The stench of teen spirit that lingers after. A normalized escapism. Echoed feelings from another time before two christmases a year. 
   
Frankly, there are far greater concerns. Like a Pregnapacolyse.