"While you're getting high, I'm sitting in church. We are very different people in very different places. You live in Tennessee, I live in Florida. We will probably never see each other in our entire lives. -You hurt me. Better yet, you did it within 24 hours of our last conversation."
I sigh, tears and mascara already running down my cheeks. "I am sorry," I tell him, "I am so god damn sorry. I know I'm shit compared to you. This predicament is shit. You are everything I've wanted and I can't even have you. Please believe me when I say, I never meant to hurt you and that I'm so fucking scared of what I feel for you. I don't know why I'm so struck by you, or why every time I get a call or message from you my heart pounds in my chest, feeling like an all too familiar anxiety attack.
But, I will tell you what I know for certain. The best novels I have ever read are about two very different, complicated people."
- a.j. (a conversation between a love interest and I)
