Chapter Two: I was wrong about you
When I first met you, I fell instantly. Well, I shouldn't say instantly. It was slowly, bit by bit, and it never stopped. But eventually it hit me. I was in love with you. Right from the start I was in love, instantly, it just took a while for me to realize it.
All my life I believed that it was impossible to fall out of love, no matter how badly you were hurt or betrayed. You could move on, you could find someone else, you could love again, but you could never stop loving someone once you've started. Even now I believe that to be true more than ever. Your words hurt, but I understood, and my own were as true as ever. I would never stop loving you, no matter how much you pushed me away.
And that's exactly what you did. You refused to accept anything beyond what you know, what you believed to be the truth. About yourself, about me, about our lives. You pushed and pushed and I pushed back. I don't think you were expecting that, because for a moment, you faltered. You let up your guard and I took the chance to slip inside.
It was only for a moment, but it was enough. It was more than I could hope for. Now I knew that there was a chance, even if you refused to see it.
You said you would never change, that you weren't the type of person that was capable of being loved, or at least loving anyone back. As I pushed harder than ever, I started to wonder if that was true. Was it really worth the effort to love someone who wasn't even willing to return the feelings? But I won't give up, I can never give up, not now.
All I can do is hope, with all my heart, that I was wrong about you. I think that you need me more than you want me. I need to break through that iron heart of yours. I need to be that person for you. I will be that person for you, even if you don't want me to be.
