When you first met him, you thought he was an arrogant, bullying jerk. He brushed his messy hair back with a smirk plastered onto that stupid, perfect face, and you couldn't help but hate him.
And yet, you couldn't help but love him.
When he first saw you, he fell immediately in love. Or so he swore. You didn't believe him.
And yet, you felt the slightest bit pleased.
Over the next few years, your first assumptions were proven correct, and you couldn't get within ten feet of each other without having one of your famous arguments.
And yet, you sometimes wished to be closer.
Over the next few years, he asked you out at every opportunity. You knew he did it just to annoy you; it often started your fights. You refused every time, without a second thought.
And yet, sometimes there were other thoughts.
Over the summer, you went home complaining to your parents about the obnoxious, arrogant, bigheaded boy. You never ran out of adjectives.
And yet, not all of those were bad.
Over the summer, he went home, and turned his life around. Most of the words you used to describe him he remembered, and he took to heart, and he changed, just for you. And after that, things got even stranger.
And yet, you didn't know until school had started again.
When school started, you noticed the change. No longer did he bully others and gloat, but he now was kind, helpful, modest. You didn't know what to make of it.
And yet, you did already know.
When school started, he stopped asking you out, for the first time since first year. You should have been happy.
And yet, now you maybe wanted him to.
And later, you really understood what he had done, how he had changed. And you knew why. And you were touched.
And yet, you still didn't let him know how you felt.
And later, when you couldn't take it anymore, when you had to tell him. When you ran to him, and kissed him.
And you and him were happy.
AN: Just a little piece i wrote. Tell me what you think!