["Freud was right you know, everything leads back to our godamn parents" Ella had once said to Noah at precisely 3:46am as they lay in bed talking about everything and yet nothing.]
A strained, but somewhat nice, evening meal had been spent with her parents.
It wasn't their fault really.
They tried.
They attempted.
It was just that her mother and father ["call us Mary and John"] lived lives of almosts. They had read more than enough parenting books for a lifetime, provided a stable home and weren't cruel but there was a level of disconnect. A not quite there feeling.
For you can do as much research and preparation as the world allows, but nothing quite compares to the real thing.
And that was how Ella ultimately felt about Noah.
The boys that came before were preparatory stages. A foundation for the future. But they were only a glimpse of what the world could hold and Noah was so much more than that. And nothing can ever prepare you for loosing that.
But at this moment and time the thought of loosing him, loosing an us, wasn't of any concern. Their story had hardly begun.
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General FictionIn which two (and sometimes three) teens reflect upon why love sometimes, and actually, really sucks.
