It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.
You gave me two alternatives that you could live with, and I chose the one that I could live with. That’s how compromise is supposed to work.
“I like it when people aren’t afraid to express themselves — be it what they wear or how they behave. It’s annoying when people aren’t being themselves.”
For almost ninety years I’ve walked among my kind, and yours… all the time thinking I was complete in myself, not realizing what I was seeking. And not finding anything, because you weren’t alive yet.