“Kids.” I snort. “That implies someone is going to want to fall in love with this.” I gesture up and down my body. All of that—dating, friendships—seems like a far-off dream. “I’m a mangled and messed up piece of a human.” “That’s what love is, Riley. No one ever said it was easy.” “Easy.” I stare out the window at the people living their lives while I’m over here having an existential crisis. Teetering on the edge of a breakdown. “I don’t think anything is going to be easy for me again.”
