For the longest time, I struggled with the thought of you, disagreed with you on several different fronts, and grappled with the burden of accepting you. You and I, though the same, were simultaneously completely different; you represented someone I no longer am, and a version of myself that I wished to forget. That is why I used to reject you, but you were just lost too, weren’t you? After all, I was always you, and you have always been me. This time, I’m ready to accept that.