Some things suck royally. For example all the ways you keep proving what a fraud you are & therefore must have been all along, and how do I keep from being degraded by that?
When along comes this message from a boy who sat behind me in elementary school: You had long hair and glasses and you were so sweet. It's been 35 years but I just wanted you to know I was so in love with you.
The very same day Christopher sends me this picture: I see us ten years ago. I see me and I think, I am still that vibrant loving truthful person and no one can take that away from me, not even you.