At the end of all of this, all that really matters are the connections we form. I’m just trying to write a few words along the way about things I have to share.
You asked me who I am, how I became me.
I met you with silence. The only answer I could offer in the moment was that I don’t know; I hadn’t thought about it like that; I’ve never considered that I matter all that much — appreciating my own grand…