It was so very weird seeing him again. The look had changed, but he was the same. I could tell by the way he walked and talked. The old insecurities came back, the old self-consciousness came back, and it was like greeting an old friend, the kind of friend you wished you never made.

What is it about people that make them do the things they do? They know the consequences, whether they be good or bad ones. They must know, otherwise what's the point of an action if you don't know the outcome? I pride myself on my ability to bounce back from things that have hurt me, on my ability to not feel anything about anyone, but some days are harder than others.

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