I knew it could happen. I saw it happen. Before this, it didn't mean anything to me. 'Cause I knew it wouldn't happen to me. But it did. So quickly, too. Now I think I've changed. If not completely, at least mostly. And I'm not sure I like it. There's a joy that I can't describe, but there's an insecurity that reminds me of the past. There's an anticipation that gives me direction, but there's a warning sign fighting for my attention. Is it true that some things I have no control over? Does anyone really know me?
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