Dont Judge. Just listen.

I fell for a boy at Roo. I know this was a mistake but some things you can’t control. I didn’t even like him when we left. He was egotistical and had a chest piece. Hell, he looked like a kid 18 year old nakita would’ve let run the bases if she got bored or drunk enough. More importantly he was disposable.

I blame it all on Twitter. We were just entertaining each other during our journey home. He was returning to the garden state, I to the keystone. But after a few days it became clear we had potential for a more long term friendship. I found myself caring about my phone more than I had in the past. We kept eachother up to date on our whereabouts and at the end of the day we’d say goodnight. Goodnights will get a girl every time. I needed to get to him so I started saving money and I couldn’t remember when I started to care.

We’d get drunk on the weekends and fall off eachothers radars doing whatever it was we wanted and getting away with it because we had no contract or rules to follow. We may not have even been friends.

Until one day, it stopped. We didn’t text or tweet or Facebook or video chat. We were never really a we. And it made me hurt, and that scared me. And it didn’t make him hurt and that scared me more. And I tried to make whatever happened better but how do you fix something you didn’t even know was broken.

And now its almost two months after Roo and my roller coaster ROOmance and all I know is New Jersey sure did take me by surprise and I never even crossed the border. New Jersey boys make too much noise when they try and sneak out of your heart in the middle of the night.