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People, on the other hand, rarely do what I expect. They say things that are different than what they mean, they laugh and tease, they lie. People don’t make sense the way physics and numbers do; they don’t even try to.
“We have an entire country between us,” he argues. “That doesn’t diminish our friendship.” Emotional bonds are strange that way. Unlike physical forces, they are in no way impacted by the distance between the two objects—or people as the case may be. It’s fascinating when you think about it.
I swear I can hear Theo’s puppy dog eyes through the phone.
So, he’s a genius and apparently isn’t lacking in social skills or self-confidence. I’ve heard of such unicorns but haven’t seen one in the wild before now.
“People don’t make any sense. Like, there’s all these things you’re supposed to say or do to let someone know you’re interested, but nobody ever told me what those things were. And people lie, not just with their words but with their smiles and their eyes. They pretend to like you just so they can laugh about it behind your back or copy your homework.”
Did I give him a sign I didn’t know I was giving? And if so, what was it so I can be sure to do it again.
“I don’t know what I want because I don’t think I know everything there is. All I know is that I want to feel you against me, I want you on top of me and all around me, I want to see what it’s like when you fall apart from pleasure.”
“You have no fucking clue how irresistible you are, do you?”
“As much as it has always sucked to be laughed at and misunderstood, I wouldn’t trade who I am just to fit in.”
“We’re nothing more than atoms crashing into each other.”
“Don’t overthink it. Think of me like another form of practice, just do what feels right, and try to have some fun with it. That’s the most important thing about going down on someone; no one wants to feel like they’re a chore. They want to know their partner is enjoying it as much as they are.”
“What are you doing here?” “It turns out I’m a jealous, possessive idiot.”
“Ugh, this is so much more complicated than rocket science,” I groan.
“I deserve to be with the person I want to be with,”
“I guess I’d better feed you. Sorry, I’m pretty rusty at this boyfriend thing. You’ll have to remind me if you need regular walks or anything.”
And then I kiss him again because he’s mine and I can.
“Sometimes relationships are complicated, Nerdlet.” “You’re telling me,” I huff out a chuckle. “I still think rocket science makes a lot more sense than all this.”
