It’s been a while. I’ve seen you stealing glances from me, as if to let me know – I’m still here. I raise my eyes when you aren’t looking, but sometimes you catch me and I catch you…
What do I do? Do I smile? Do I look away?
I’ve been purposely avoiding you since then – I needed my focus and I needed a lot of time to sort everything out. I needed time alone. My sense of self and my sense of purpose were all falling apart.
But now I am here. Now I am in front of you.
Now I am not afraid.
Is it too late to say, can we start over again?