Do I even bother with the likes of you anymore? It seems that I do. For you were me at one time. Now, you are a stranger to me. I don't want to admit that it was only several years ago that I was you and you were me...
How did this occur? Stranger things have happened. There's no blame to attach: Not to me, not to anyone. My life unfolded as it was intended to.
In the beginning there was a baby boy with a sensitive nature. Anxiety was a companion along the way. Through trials; so many trials and effort, the hesitation diminished. You know, the shy approach to speaking in public and the especially shy way you would look at girls.
The accumulation of unrequited love and unspoken emotion led to an inner turmoil. The release of this turmoil was facilitated by strangers. Yes strangers. Family helped too but those strangers were the tipping point.
I will forever be grateful for the strangers in my life. I was one of them. Now I am me.
