Sometimes, I feel real again. I think about the girl I knew years ago. We were in love, as it was defined back then; eighteen years old, each of us. And when we embraced, it was… so authentic. Discovery and safety, all wrapped in one.
Something’s happened to detach me from… from all that. The question to pursue is…; the “what”… between the “then” and the “now”.
How far must we go to be honest; to stop thinking there is doom at the end of the road? The risk is worth the reward. Take a chance. Our ONLY enemy is fear. Think about that.