“What do you mean, kind of?”
“Well, it’s not a ‘story’ per say… but, I don’t know.”
The doctor nodded.
“Proceed, I’ll be the one who decides if your.. ‘story’ is worthy of my appreciation.” his voice rang with amusement.

Nathaniel took a deep breath.
“Umm, well.. to tell you the truth, I think everything started when I fell, or thought I fell, in love with my first girlfriend.”
The doctor bit his lip to retain the laughter that fought to make its way into the atmosphere of the room. He spoke when this urge was supressed.
“Are you saying that all that is from a few silly feelings for a girl?” he pointed specifically at Nathaniel’s arm.
He sighed.
“No, but it.. I.. I just can’t really put it into words. I guess before I met her, I didn’t realize how important my feelings were. I think she made me.. I don’t know, more sensitive?”
The doctor Mmmed in approval.
“So, you’re saying that she predisposed you to this state of depression?”
The boy concentrated.
“Yes.. that’s right I suppose.”