The Boy With a Thousand Faces

I never knew him, did I?

Photo by Alberto Frías on Unsplash

The boy never looked my way. It wasn’t his fault alone since I rarely acknowledged him as it was. For a long time, he was just a fixture at another register.

It was a long time before we talked — I mean, really, really talked.

He and I knew of each other in the way you might know a book when you catch sight of it as you…