miserable, even the people holding hands, even the people kissing. I knew this wasn’t unique to our town, I knew there were miserable people everywhere. It wasn’t that I thought the rest of the world was happy, I just thought the rest of the world might grant me opportunities for new types of misery. Things like going through my first real breakup with a girl, one who would kiss me in public and call me her girlfriend—I would have welcomed that novel pain.
