To continue on from yesterday's post, last year, while I was bullied, I was pretty insincere about things. Not necessarily sarcastic, you know, but not open, not willing to trust as much, and kind of said, "Yeah, uh-huh" when things were spoken my way. I still tried to help others, but I was beat down for it, so I didn't as much.
On the first day of school (again), we were to get into these groups of our own and discuss a book that had been assigned over the summer to these students, but I was excused from that since, well, I wasn't there for it. So when the kids chose their friends to talk to, I was kind of alone, just looking around, and wasn't sure of what to do. Admittedly, it wasn't him who opened up to me and invited me into the group, but I definitely know that when I first saw him, it was basically love at first sight (I know, that sounds so cliché). Somehow I knew that he was the guy that I had been looking for, the guy that I knew was going to help bring me out of all the troubles and worries and the darkness that I had been living in for so long.
"All I can say is it was ~E~N~C~H~A~N~T~I~N~G~ to meet you..."
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