Hey.
I guess this is the part where I'm supposed to have everything figured out. Spoiler: I don't.
These pages aren't a grand story. They're a mess of late-night walks, scribbled lyrics, missed calls, suppressed memories, and moments where things almost made sense.
I didn't plan to share this; I was just trying to get it all out before the music started. Before the noise. Before anyone cared.
But if you're here, reading this... maybe you've felt a little lost, too.
So here it is. The part before. The part where I learned how to say something out loud for the first time. Becoming.
Thanks for listening and seeing me.
—Cahn
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Becoming Cahn: Intro
RomanceKismet. That's the only way I can describe what happened. Two months before high school graduation, my world shattered. Left with a hoodie, a hackysack, and a guitar, I left my broken life to begin again in Seaside. Through fated encounters, and a l...
