First and foremost, let it be said that I didn't mean to watch all of Heartstopper Season 2. I’m a self-identified cynic who has a complex relationship with the rom-com genre and didn’t even finish the first season. Having heard the overwhelmingly positive reviews, though, I decided to check out the season premiere of the internet’s favorite queer teen drama—and much like falling down a flight of stairs, I couldn’t stop and ended the experience in tears.

Anyone my age or older will remember when Twister came to theaters and blew us all away with its cinematic visuals and cutting-edge computer graphics. It was hard not to be wowed back in those days; Jurassic Park, Titanic, True Lies --okay, maybe not True Lies. But seriously, even The Blair Witch Project had me thinking it was real footage for weeks of sleepless nights before I found out the truth.

In re imagined beginnings / I/She runs barefoot, / Asphalt burning her soles / Towards the mountain, / Out of breath hoping to melt / The ice chips tucked within her ribs.

Salt water stung / on the way / down;