“Okay… well, I’ll leave you alone,” he says and begins to walk away. But then he turns back around. “It’s not supposed to be so complicated, you know?” “What?” I ask him and follow him to sit at a card table in the kitchen. “Love, relationships, all that. It doesn’t have to be so hard.” “Doesn’t it, though? Isn’t it always like this?” I have no reference except Noah.
No, bitch
