When I moved back home and came face-to-face with Tucker Langham, the first boy I ever loved, I finally understood why they say you can't go home again. Every time I see him, I'm flooded with memories of how things used to be. I've tried to convince myself I have better things to do with my time than obsess about the way his eyes heat with longing whenever our paths cross, but our paths keep crossing, and I can't help but recall how...