He was nervous. “I feel like I love you,” he said. “I know it’s crazy, but I do.” Then he carried me to his bed. At some point during our love fest I borrowed his iPhone, and that’s when I realized he had been using it to send me messages. Everyone knows the mistakes that can lead to. James wasn’t the best speller, but technology wasn’t doing him any favors, either.

A moving story of love, neuroses, and bad spelling: Learning to Silence My Inner Editor