i found dan on facebook the summer before my first year of high school. i was obsessed before i’d ever heard him speak, infatuated just from his pictures—his happiness, his huge toothy smile, the big and ridiculous poses he pulled. he was two grades above me, the male lead in all the plays, the president of his class. i stalked his formspring, a website for anonymous questions and answers—all of his replies felt, to me, very clever and mysterious. i don’t know how, or by what logic—my mind and heart saw just his simulacra and latched.