“What the hell is wrong with you?” and Kenji grabs my arm, goes weak in the knees, and says, “Oh my God, J, I think I’m in love.” I ignore him. “No, seriously,” he says, “like, is this what that is? Because I’ve never been in love before, so I don’t know if this is love or if I just have, like, food poisoning?”
I'm so happy for him.
he needs someone
