"So, you wanna put down roots in Trenton? That's how you wanna live?" I say, arching a brow, and by some fucking miracle, my voice is level, and I at least don't sound as freaked out and downright confused as I really am.

I've been in over my head for a while now. I didn't know it. I didn't really know how fuckin' clueless I really was until I met him. I've got a vague inclination that people do this. That they meet and they build up relationships, that they get to know each other and they move forward together. Not just with romances, but with friends and everything in between.

But I just... whatever makes that sort of thing so easy for so many people is just missing in me. Broken or lost or fuckin' stolen, I don't know.