Novel & Cerita It's Not That Complicated Book

Because it complicates everything. And I don’t do complicated.

Why did love have to be this complicated? ***

The truth was too complicated, too raw. "He's definitely... Still complicated." "Oof. That's never good. Complicated how? Still all about Kimberly and unavailable or secretly-a-serial-killer complicated?" Despite everything, I laughed. "The first one, definitely." "Well, that's fixable at least, Samantha. You have to learn to seduce him, men are simple, you just have to know them" I didn't say anything but just stared into thin air.

You don't look okay he said to her, for a moment she considered brushing it off then she sighed I'm just tired she hesitated Ethan leaned back in his chair the expression on his face wasn't nosy It was concerned a genuine concern she hadn't realized she'd been missing you don't have to tell me if it wasn't your choice I mean everybody have rights to make their decision but a problem shared is a problem solved Ava looked down at her coffee. It's very very complicated she said and laughed softly, tell me about it Ethan said as he smiled you know I've learned something what? The people who say 'it's complicated' are usually dealing with something very simple Ava frowned. That doesn't make sense

Because the future? It just got complicated.

"It's complicated." "It always is." He went back to his inventory spreadsheet. "For what it's worth, whoever he is, he should treat you better. You deserve better than complicated." "You don't even know me." "I know you well enough. You're smart. Hard-working. You light up when you talk about books. That's the kind of person who deserves someone who makes things simple, not complicated." I didn't know what to say to that. Micaiah made everything complicated. Always had. Probably always would.

He stares at me for a moment before taking the big book and putting it away. "This one is too complicated and...not for you. Why don't we read something simpler and in our language, hm?" I watch him sit down in the chair. He picks me up and sets me down on his lap, beginning to explain and teach letter by letter. Time seems to go by quickly.

I pointed to the sign hanging on the hotdog stand and the nearby convenience store. It said, "Cash only." "Miss, wait for me. I'll be right back." I watched Charles walk away and sighed, reflecting on the joys of youth. Despite being just a year older than him, I had ended up in my current miserable situation. "Miss, isn't he handsome? He doesn't have a girlfriend. Would you like to consider him??" one of Charles' classmates said, mistakenly thinking that my prolonged gaze at Charles’ back was due to a strong interest in him.

“You’ll enjoy it. Don’t worry, it is full of diagrams,” She blushes a deep scarlet. “Um, is it like the last book you lent me?” Taking another drink I shake my head. “Of course not. That book was practically for children. This one doesn’t just talk about basic positions, it also discusses more, enlightened arrangements and gives tips for delaying or enhancing…” “I don’t think I’ll need that then,” her eyes are quite wide as the crimson flush spreads from her cheeks to her perky little bosom. It’s adorable how easy she is to embarrass.

The city was getting dark outside. "How are you?" I asked. And then, immediately: "Don't answer. It doesn't matter." "It does matter," Vivian said gently. "That's okay. It doesn't have to be complicated." "It's very complicated," I said. "Then feel complicated," he said. "You don't have to work everything out in the first two weeks." I was left with that complex feeling, the pain, the relief, and the residual tenderness that had not yet been completely simplified, and I let it exist without trying to control it.