Friday, April 12, 2019

April 12, 2019


            The first time that I felt alone was when I was six years old. I came to a realization that my siblings, two of the people in my life who should have been loving and guiding would never be that for me because I was too annoying. The second time, I was eight years old. When my sleepover of 3 became a sleepover of 2 because I was being too loud. The third: when I was twelve and all the girls my age wouldn’t accept me because I was too girly. The fourth time I felt alone was when I was seventeen. My first boyfriend broke up with me because I wouldn’t have sex with him. Then came the fifth: when I left my home to find myself because I was too restless. And then, it seemed, every day I felt alone. Even amongst people who accepted me it felt like I was a hollow shell. Even with my new boyfriend, even with my supportive family, and even with my closest friends. What did I do?
           
            I dumped that sob, I told my family I loved them but I wasn’t coming home, and I decided to open myself up to possibilities.
           
            And that led me to you.

Kalen Lewis