40 mp/h. Jack was more or less sober. He better be. But his arm felt good around me and his shoulder was awfully comfortable.

The thing is, love is overrated. Sex is overrated. Being perfect is overrated. Which basiclaly made Tom the deifinition of overrated and lame.

I explained this to Jack and he told me, “Life gives you lemons.” At first I thought maybe he had forgotten the real qoute. “If life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” But then, I realized Jack’s version was much, much better and made a whole lot more sense.

“Jack?”
He didn’t say anything.
“I uhm, I lo-, uhm nevermind.” I thought better of it, because I didn’t need to spell it out in three words and screw everything up. He knew and I knew. I’m pretty sure Tom knew.

I did love Tom. I still do, in a way. It’s just with Tom, I cannot possibly be myself. Me, Ashley, without all her twisted thoughts and complicated emotions. Maybe that’s why he was so poisonous to me.. I needed him too, too much.
“Yea,” Jack understood.