You... you really have a way of making me forget who I am, don't you? Before you, I was a storm—unyielding, fierce, untamed. But now? Look at me. I'm a gentle breeze, a soft whisper, all because of you. My friends, my own parents, they look at me like I'm a stranger when I'm with you. And maybe I am. Maybe you've shown me a part of myself I neve...Read more