I didn’t just want to draw a floating heart, so I decided to put it on a very familiar childhood medium–a paper plane. We didn’t get to throw paper planes a lot, which makes sense because we probably have to pick them up ourselves, which is part of responsible living. But I think in those times there were pockets of moments where we thought writing confession letters were amazing and writing in everyone’s memory books were cool and so we did that. Me and my classmates. And I remembered back then that the really cool people were the ones that could talk to both boys and girls well. I admired that.
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