Dr. Lam, let me start of by saying that you are absolutely brilliant. A true Da Vinci of your craft.
My story starts in my adult life, where I blossomed from a awkward adolesant into one that was undeservingly treated like royalty because of the way he looked. One who drew in the eyes of everyone he passed by on the street. One who could come home from a bar with 14 new female phone numbers in a single night. Even spent time modeling in an exotic country. I became used to that attention, and as pitiful as it may sound, I even relished in it and then one morning I awoke, sometime last year when I was 28, I woke up and poof. It was over. No more celebrity like attention. Nothing. Nada. Went back to being a regular Joe. My weight didn't change. I wasn't invloved in a disfiguring accident. Had I aged overnight? I began to examine myself very closely and quite honestly I didn't see a difference. Perhaps a couple of new fine lines but nothing you could notice standing within 3 feet of me. Perhaps it was because now I have found my true love and female companion in life. I questioned. I pondered.
But the closer I began to look, the more flaws I began to see. Not changes that occured, but likely that I always had but was noticing now because I looked so closely. Perhaps its not the changes of aging that I cannot accept, but the changing role that I now play on this planet. Shallow or not, I miss who I was. Still I wonder if it is actually the contours of my face that have changed, or if there is some youthful spark in your eyes that goes out when you reach a certain point of maturity that no ammount of plastic surgery will recapture.
Can you restore me to my former glory? Or am I chasing something that is fruitless?
