Cold, sarcastic, and annoying.
That's what they used to describe me.
I like it.
Forced to like it.
Earnest, kind, and sometimes, a lost connection.
That's how I describe him.
I like the guy.
Met him by accident.
A pure coincidence some might say,
But maybe, I can call it fate?
We became connected through a few exchanges of words,
Words of bullshit,
Though he takes it to heart.
And soon,
I did too.
First hit.
He's the type of guy who takes everything seriously.
The complete opposite of me.
Yet,
We still clicked.
Starts with the second hit,
I introduce him to my circle,
His first words still made me chuckle to this day.
And the story goes like this,
Mixing into the group,
He asked,
Laugh if you're 10
Cry if you're 11
Scream on 12,
The list goes on.
And that made my day.
Third hit.
He realized his mistake.
Out of embarrassment,
He left the group,
At least he tried,
Because I didn't let him.
At the end of the third then comes the fourth.
He studied the group and its rules,
Became a part of it.
Soon, the fifth comes into the play.
After blending into the circle,
He learned a thing or two,
About how the group works,
About how I function within it.
He now understood the system,
Or maybe not,
Because as far as I know,
No one can.
Sixth hit.
We created a world,
There, we talked,
And talked,
And talked,
And talked.
Talking seems fun at that time.
Then comes the seventh,
Huge changes started to disturb my peace.
He discovered me,
Nope,
A part of me,
That only he knows,
