I live alone. I always have.

Or so I thought.

Sometimes I question whether I was correct or not.

Some might find it crazy but, I see this...figure or...a person, whom I've never met in my life before.

I thought of him as a thief or even a murderer as well. But he was neither of them. He was something different.

An emotion, an inner feeling that I was keeping locked up all this time.

He made me realize something which I might not have realized if I never met him.

Life can be funny at times.

I still can't believe I was able to embrace the deep feeling locked in the farthest corner of my heart.

A feeling which was so intimating to me that I kept avoiding it all my life.

A feeling from which I keep on running away all my life.

A feeling that I never wanted to face.

But he made me face it. He taught me how to face it.

It was always...him.