Prologue
I sometimes like to wonder, what people would think if they really ever knew me. Would they still like me? Or would they leave me like the others? I don't know and I'm not willing to take the chance! People get so mad at me for letting them know me. They just don't understand. They didn't have friends say "You've changed!" When I never really had. They don't know what it was like to see him leave. To see him leave because I was different when he really began to know me. To see him leave because he realized that I was insecure and afraid. Now I'm sorry, Sorry he ever knew.
