A Well Known Stranger

I have known you from the day you were born. I have taken pride in you, played with you, yelled at you, fought with you,yet do I know you.

Its been four years since I have seen you.I happened to see your pictures. How much you have changed. I hardly recognize you. How articulate you are. I remember your first words. I see how popular you are, how enterprising. You are all things I am not, but would have liked to be. Our lives started at the same place, they ran parallel for most of our lives and then parallel yet so far apart that they cannot be called parallel anymore nor can they ever intersect. You ask me "why do I get embarassed to show affection?" and thats sums it up. I am too embarrased to show affection. I am not as social as you are. You have a way with people, you have a way with friends, you have a way with relatives. You are so sure of yourself. Would you be like me if you were "like" me. Maybe not. You just wouldnt care. You have a way of making people obligated and I took it to heart when someone makes me feel obligated. You were stubborn and I was not. You asked and I waited and expected for people to know what I want. Was that a good thing. It did not do me any good.

Well, we are just two different people. You are not who you are because of me and maybe thats a good thing. I just wish I could have been like you. Then I would not have been who I am if I were like you. And so we live parallel lives yet we dont...