I didn't even give him a chance. I didn't like his attitude (how ironic considering mine.) I didn't like the stories he told me about his past (even though he couldn't change it) and most of all I couldn't picture myself with him.
And apparently I let it show. He claims that I flat-out ignored him, gave him less-than-nice looks and just treated him like, well, dirt. And as much as that hurts to think about now, I can't take it back. I wish I could but I know it's not possible.
But he was persistent. And I was sick of guys "like him." I was sick of being mistreated and I was sick of trying for no reason. I know it wasn't fair, but that's the kind of person I was. Building walls instead of bridges. You know the story.
And yet....he somehow managed to break this shell that I was wearing against him.
To be continued...
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