I looked at the portrait of Jack. Ever since I'd met him, so much has changed. Back then, he was awkward, and don't kid me, he still is. He wasn't, by my friends' back in Los Angeles definition, hot.
It's weird falling in love with someone who's a friend of yours. What if we break up? Will we go back to being friends as though we never dated or would we never talk to each other again?
I don't know. As Dad always tells me, only time can decide what happens.