There's an X-Files poster on my bedroom door. You know the one: a grainy photo of a UFO blown up against a canopy of pine trees with "I WANT TO BELIEVE" written in block letters across the bottom. TheX-Files poster. And while I deign to admit it, I'm a poser. I've seen maybe 10 full episodes of the show (and read the two fun YA prequels about teenage Scully and Mulder solving crimes in the 70s) and have no intention of continuing. Serialized media and my commitment issues aren't the best combination. But still, that poster has been on my door for two years and will continue to remain there in the future.
If you're reading this, then I assume you've read Elizabeth Wein's 2012 young adult historical fiction masterpiece, Code Name Verity. If you're reading this, then I also assume that you're still not over it. Don't worry. I picked up Code Name Verity almost exactly a year to the day ago and I'm still not over it. I don't think I'll ever be over it.