What Can I Say It's Complicated Novelas e Histórias

“Simple? Have you seen where you live?” “It’s simple to me. I can see why some people out there might say my life isn’t simple, but I drive simple cars. I have a simple house, a simple office, and I deal on simple things.” I turned to him. “You deal on complicated tech. You deal with AI. It’s far bigger than what I’ve dealt with in Julian’s office.” “I can see why you’d say that,” he said, getting to his feet as he crossed the room to stand before me.

It was true that place was more than just a house to me, so why had I exactly taken Vivienne to that place. “It's complicated, really,” I confessed. I'm yet to get my head on track nor have I thought deeply about it. “It's complicatED or it's COMPLICATED,” Judy prodded. I raised my head and frowned at her. “Is there even a difference?” “Yes,” she answered and nodded. “The first means you guys are just in a complicated sexual relationship which is alright.” “And the second one,” I pressed, already anticipating the answer. “The second one probably has to do with unresolved feelings in the relationship,” she continued.

I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. “I don’t know either,” I admitted softly. “It’s like… every time I look at you, I want to say something, but I can’t. Because I know what it means. I know what it would mean if we let this go too far. It’s just… everything is so complicated right now.”

“Do you ever get tired of everything being this complicated?” He looked at me briefly before answering. “I do not think it is complicated.” I frowned slightly. “You cannot be serious.” “I am,” he said. “The situation around it is complicated, but what is happening between us is not.” I considered that for a moment. “It feels complicated from where I am standing.” “That is because you are still trying to understand every part of it at once,” he replied. “And you are not?” I asked. “No,” he said. “I am focusing on what matters.”

“I don’t know what I feel.” “Bullshit.” His voice dropped to a growl, low and dangerous. “You do know. And don’t pretend you don’t.” I wanted to shout, to run, to hide in some corner where no one could see me crumble. “It’s… complicated!” “Complicated?” His laugh was humorless, sharp. “You mean messy, dangerous, forbidden… yeah, I get it. But guess what? Life isn’t neat. And neither am I. So stop pretending you can manage this alone.”

Letting him teach me stuff was one thing, but if I stay in his bed after this lesson, then I'd want to stay in his bed after every lesson, and if I want to stay in his bed after every lesson, wouldn't that lead to complications? He looks downright disappointed, "Why not?" "Because it'll complicate things." "Hate to break it to you but things are already complicated." "That doesn't mean we have to make it any more complicater." He huffs out a laugh, "That isn't even a word." "Sure it is." I defend, "It just hasn't been invented yet." There's an odd comfort in the way we talk that doesn't make what we just did feel awkward in the least bit and I'm grateful for that.

He paused. "Told him what?" I said. "That you said he was complicated," Maple said. I stared at him. "You told him what?" "I was just being honest," Maple said, leaning back slightly from my expression. "You always say be honest." "Maple." My voice came out very controlled. "You told him I called him complicated." "I didn't say it in a bad way," he said quickly. "I said mummy says complicated means there's more to understand and it doesn't mean bad."

"That guy you mentioned. The one you can't have. Are you still...?" He trailed off, but I knew what he was asking. "It's complicated." "I'm good with complicated." I thought about how to answer. About what I could tell him without revealing everything. "It's not over," I said carefully. "But it's also not really anything. Does that make sense?" "Uhnnn...Not really, no." "It's this thing that exists in the space between what I want and what I can have. And I know that sounds dramatic and probably stupid, but—"

“It is personal.” “It is personal?” he scoffed. “Alright. So, I'm the fool for telling you things about me, right?” “No, it's not like that Greg.” I said. “It is kind of…” I sighed. “Complicated?” he raised a brow. “Yes.” I said, barely breathing the word. “So please, don't get me wrong. It's not like I don't want to tell you, but I just don't know what to do about it either.”

But if you don't want friendship anymore, I guess I have to accept that* he looked down sadly *Man Karl, you also have to turn everything simple into complicated things. You know I really needed you the last few weeks, but only as a best friend. I know Genzo won't want to talk to you... but if you promise to shut down or turn off your feelings towards me. I'd like to talk to him. I know it's going to be difficult. But then I would also be willing to get involved in a friendship again, provided that Genzo goes along with it. I don't want to start a fight now. He was there for me all the time. I hope you understand me a bit* Keyla looked Karl in the eye and waits for an answer