In a world when there’s so many different people and different ways to fall in and out of love, how does anybody really know what’s right and normal for a relationship or the people in it?
Maybe someday I will find home in the crevice between a neck and shoulder, or someone else will find it in the hand of another. Who can really know what home actually is?
Then your brain freaks out, because somewhere between sharing secrets, kisses, laughs, bodily fluids, the inevitable “what are we” alarm goes off in your head, because, hey, why not?
I have only lived for 21 years, but from a young age I realized that not everyone is going to be the person you want them to be.
Kevin looks almost nothing like the photo he sent me; I did not recognize him. He has the mannerisms of Mark Zuckerberg circa the mogul’s portrayal in The Social Network. Worse still, he is actually a high school senior.