escarglow

So many things just happen. You can't read or speak or walk one day, but the next, you suddenly can. People fall in and out of love without realizing it until it's already happened. Stranger A becomes best friends with Stranger B suddenly. That is, until Stranger A and B stop talking for just one day, only for that day to turn into weeks, and for weeks to turn into months, and months to turn into years. What do those years become? Friendships suddenly become memories and it all just happens. There are so many things we have no control over. It is inevitable for things to just happen. One day you're a child, and the next, you're just not.

I was beginning to think that I'd been stood up until I saw a woman dressed in all white approach me. I caught myself frowning as she did. I always hated meeting new people. I didn't hate it because I hated people, but because I hated having to introduce myself. See, my name isn't difficult to pronounce or anything, but it's just, well, weird. When I say it, people always give me that same, rude look with that same, rude stare. It really bums me out. I mean, it's not like I got to chose my name, but I won't blame my parents for it. I know they had good intentions. I forgave them for what they did to me sometime after high school. I've consi