I Met a Stranger.

Someone who knew me since childhood goes up to me and says, "I remember you were..." Like this. And like that. And so much more.

That person she talked about is a stranger now. I don't know that girl anymore. In fact, hearing about her comes to me with a shock... an uncomfortable realization of sorts that she indeed bears the same name as mine.

Hmm.

And then it gets more complicated. It hits me:

You know you're in for one hell of an internal battle when there are some changes you'd rather not go through, but then those are consequences of other changes you cannot live without.