Trying to figure out what to do with that and how it fits in with our lives here is hard. It's confusing as hell trying to sort things out. Jo asked me if I wanted to get a drink, and all I could think about was how pissed I was that I never had the chance to know this fake kid. The things I remember feel real. I remember how I felt about people, about things that happened. I look at you and I remember thinking I wanted to ask you out, but you were so busy that I didn't want to get in the way.