And then

Isn't it strange how we all have secrets, things which society would consider wrong so we keep them to ourselves.
What's yours?
And you may look at a crowd and wonder at each life - what's theirs?


I hate how you may see someone perhaps once a year and six months since you last saw them,  the doubt begins to grow.
What if it wasn't real?
Then the big one.
What if they've changed?

What I hate even more than someone changing
Is the fear of someone changing.