In the Rearview

I will always remember meeting him for the first time.

This skinny, emo-looking kid from the suburbs with no clue as to where he was going, complete with a stutter and a freshly broken heart.

Could you blame me for taking pity on him?

I was 19 and young and stupid; I’d lived in the city my entire life.

I was determined and self-absorbed.

And I used to think he was the naïve one.

Now I know it’s always been me.