When she met him, he was living at his parents. Like so many stories, his had brought him full circle. The struggle to be himself was an on-going battle in that scene. She watched him challenged by that knowing how hard it is to be one's self when that "self" has no resemblance to the child that lived there so many years ago. It seemed, to her, he was looking for the perfect role to play but could not help but be himself -- somewhere between the child he was supposed to play at home and the man he had become. He simply did not realize how charming that was.
Or maybe he did, and the act was all for her benefit. She did not discard that possibility, she was, after all, a social media artist -- every angle of every story was possible.
The ancient patterns of childhood always come crashing into the reality which tries to rewrite and change everything one has become while growing into one's self. Those old habits of relationships and beliefs now so out of place seemingly to be easily discarded as out-dated, but yet they remain ingrained in the timing and rhythm of the original family. Time will tell if the rub of the new relationship would be enough to slough off the dead patterns and whether that may be the only purpose of the relationship.
She was a mess all by herself, she thought. "Why would anyone want to be in a relationship with me?" She wondered out loud.
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