give it all back

I stood in the doorway, past tears dried in salty trails down my face.

"I don’t understand why I’m still upset, why I’m still sad about this."

He looked at me and then down at the couch.

"It’s because we’re kids Sarah."

"Kids?" (this coming from the guy who always tells me how mature he feels)

"We try to tell ourselves that we’re grown ups.

And then we try to do grown up things, and we fail.

And we get upset because even though we tried, we still failed.

We don’t know shit about life yet."

"I guess this is the hard part.

The painful, failure part.

The broken heart lonely no friends part of being 19."

"Everything isn’t so bad, and it always gets better, and I guess we have each other."

"I guess that we do."