So, this is wringing around, pinging around in my head---
I met someone. And I utterly hated him. Despised to the point of seething anger for an entire week.
I was going to stab him when I saw him again. I was going to demolish him.
And then I agreed to meet, to talk.
And All I wanted to do was hold him, to help him, to make it better and cry.
And every day, I learn more about him, and I like him even more than the day before.
And I trust him, he is my friend.
And he amuses me, He is an evil funny thing.
I am so grateful I was wrong..
and It reminds me that My Multiverse doesn't work like other's does.
Mine is always the opposite of everyone else's fairy tale.
I saw the utter worst there was to see as the first meeting/first impression... and now I get to learn his light every day.
In all other things I see the best in people when I first meet them... and progressively they get worse. Day by day until I can no longer even see them, I only see resentment.
This person I started at the worst place... and seem to be going uphill.
heh. Maybe that's it.
Just maybe...
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