Strangers

Strangers

I don’t really like you and that’s okay. I don’t like a ton of people when I hang out with them for a while. I am more of a “love talking to strangers” type of person because I feel like I can be more of myself. 

With you, I have to remember to ask you your opinion and wonder if I talked too much or too little. I have to think about what I said and if it might have offended you. I have to work to not be direct, to talk longer than I want to and to small talk when I hate it. 

What would you do if I asked you your biggest insecurity? How did your childhood or first love affect your relationships? That is what I am thinking about when you tell me about the traffic you sat in to meet me.