I think I was about 13 years old when I first experienced hurt by the opposite sex. Granted I was young; I proceeded to hit the guy twice on the head with my math book during recess. I had no shame back then as I saw it as a: his ‘action’ created my ‘reaction’ kinda ordeal.
Not a lot has changed since then.. I still get hurt and I still react. But.. I’ve come to realize that sometimes these encounters weren't meant to be a heart-stopping emotional tie between the two of us. Most of the time its just two people passing through life either enriching or aggravating each others lives briefly.
Not a lot has changed since then.. I still get hurt and I still react. But.. I’ve come to realize that sometimes these encounters weren't meant to be a heart-stopping emotional tie between the two of us. Most of the time its just two people passing through life either enriching or aggravating each others lives briefly.
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