Sometimes the hardest truth to face are the ones that appeared to come out of left-field. Yesterday I ran into someone I have known since I was four and last saw when I was twelve. A lot of things gave changed, he has short hair now for one….for two he’s getting married. I’ve told myself for years that it was just a little girl’s hero worship crush and that it was dead and buried long ago. It’s not. Last night something died that I had never realized had lived this long, the knowledge that one day I’d be grown and the hope that he’d see that. Sometimes the reason you stop running from yourself is because you hit a brick wall.