Nate was a definite maybe. He and I were alike. We looked alike, lacked social skills from homeschooling, were at a similar level of intelligence. We both dressed with style, spending too much money on clothes and hobbies like cameras.
We were born 2 days apart. We went out for our 21st birthdays together, but I couldn’t drink. I wasn’t as recovered from my childhood as I had thought.
I dragged my feet when I was moving, hoping he would give me a reason to stay. But he did nothing.
Where is he now? He’s getting married today. Only took him a couple months to start dating someone after I moved.
I threw my whole life away to come to Boston. For what?
