Coming soon:

She had asked me, I remembered, in October of that terrible year, where we should go together to live happily ever after. It had never occurred to me that we would move onward as a single unit—as two humans with a shared destiny. I barely understood then (and understand even less now, maybe) how that sort of thing worked. You spend all this time with a person, then they really get their hooks in you, and you look around and God damn it, you’ve got your hooks in her, too, and suddenly you’re moving places together because to go alone would be too painful.

So, what’s going on with this sex thing? What’s that all about? I mean, really. I think about this all the damn time.

God, sex is weird.