I was a coward. I avoided confrontation like the plague. I couldn’t imagine standing up to anyone, putting myself on the line for anyone or anything.
And then I met you.
When I was with you, nothing went wrong. Together we did things I never would have tried on my own.
And then you left.
I cried for days. I moped around, bemoaning my loss, hating the emptiness of my life.
And then I remembered.
The freshness that clung to you. The sense of accomplishment you helped me grow. All the good we had done together.
And then I lived.