Valentine’s Day, 2004. Using the $10 of mobile phone credit I’d given him as a gift, my first-ever boyfriend (16M) sent me (15F) a text. It was late at night and I hadn’t heard from him all day, even though I’d dropped the heart-shaped card that contained the credit slip and all of my feelings into his letterbox that morning. I’d been telepathically willing my Brat-green Nokia 3310 to buzz for hours, and when it did, I picked it up expecting a gushing thank you, especially…

