Ever since I can remember I was telling stories and had a huge interest in other people and what made them tick.

Some secrets are better left at that -as secrets.

... he was juggling issues and solving problems, which was why his brain had no space left for memories.

As long as you're neurotic and crazy, he's great. But once he solves all your problems, he becomes the problem.

Who am I supposed to be again? Just be yourself. But who am I?

I don't like to think of myself as a 'virgin'. I prefer to think of myself as 'sexually incomplete'. You know. Like I haven't finished the course yet.

He leans over and kisses me. And suddenly, my life splits in two: before and after.