Strangers in the Night I met her on Saturday, and that night we kissed, and the following evening we were out walking. Innocently, trying to keep pace without mutual rhythm. I reached down to take her hand, to hold it, and she pulled away abruptly. There was no extension of her self that she would extend to me. We were strangers. The night before was imagined; I played make-believe with a shadow.  ¶ 9:56 PM

  Hiding Places There was a girl in high school that I was not interested in. Many others were, but I had my mind set elsewhere. One day we were waiting for the bus, and we talked. At some point, I made a joke - something mean - at myself.

She said, "You shouldn't beat yourself up like that. You're cute."

That was the most we ever spoke. I was awkward then, not quite grown into my personality, and what she said then carries with me a decade later. It made me realize that just because I felt unnoticed didn't mean I was. It's harder to hide than that.  ¶ 9:41 PM

  Simplicity Complex I said things that I did not mean, forming excuses and crafting them into offense. I did this because I thought it was what you did for a relationship; I thought that this was fighting. It was not. It was taking a complex situation and trying to simplify it, in the process ignoring very important emotions. It was a serrated separation made every bit more difficult because of how easy I expected it to be. Cold, heartless, and forget.

Some things are difficult because there is no other way for them to be.

Action describes you. Reaction defines you.  ¶ 10:05 PM