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