The fourth person

My dad says we have four quadrants

One is things you know about yourself and everyone else knows about yourself

Two is things you know but other people don’t, your secrets

Three is things you don’t know and other people know, maybe something you’re denying or oblivious to

Fourth, is what you don’t know and what others don’t know

I imagine my grandmother is here, the one on my dads side that ran away with her boyfriend so she lost her son in the divorce

I asked myself why

Your family and my family made sense

I thought about approaching you and how to love you and it made sense

But it felt a bit like I was sitting in a little kid box and I could sit here and hide for a long time like when we played hide and seek but eventually we get found

And when the games over, then what?

I was lost and he found me