It was like discovering that some part of you wasn't yours at all. And it made me wonder what else I couldn't claim.

Like I, of all people, didn't know better than to lead a total stranger to the point where they could hurt me most, knowing how easily they'd be able to find their way back to it.

But even more so, it reminded me that this was all really happening. Stanford. The end of the summer. The beginning of my real life. It was no longer just creeping up, peeking over the horizon, but instead lingering in plain sight.

When you had to do something, you had to do it. And eventually, if you were lucky, you did it well.

Family isnt about blood relationships, its about the meaning behind them. I relize now that sharing chromosoms is not the only way to having a family, its about the friendship behind it.

I'd been running for years: there was nothing scarier, to me, than to just be still with someone. And yet, there on that dark road, going home, I was.

Like a blinking cursor on an empty page, it was just the first thing. The beginning of the beginning. But at least it was done.