Here goes another drabble, for another letter. The next one should take me a little more time to post because I'm having a bit of a struggle with it. Anyway, hope you enjoy the AAML-ness :)
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Clash
People told me very often how impossible it would be for us to ever be together. 'You two just clash too much' they said, making any kind of hope I would've held inside me evaporate in a matter of seconds. I dueled against that thought countless times; so many sleepless nights I spent wondering just how much we did clash, and if it really was that bad. After all, in our earlier days people had told us how our constant bickering only reflected our suppressed feelings towards each other. But as years passed by, fights got nastier and nastier, and all that was left for me to do was accepting that we, in fact, did clash too much for our own good. I also had to accept the fact that sooner or later I would have to bury my feelings deep inside of me, set them in a place were I would hopefully never find them again, because it didn't really matter how much of a 'best friend' he considered me to be, my feelings towards him had proved to be one-sided through the years.
But that was before, and now, I still wonder how it happened; how two people whose personalities clashed so much could be now together, happy. How had these two people defied everything everyone had ever claimed about them? Proved all the predictions, all the advice, all their opinions to be so completely and utterly wrong?
It had been simple really. I never would've expected him to be the voice of reason for once, and yet, his words had changed everything. The words he said after I had voiced my personal struggle, just after my twenty-first birthday party was over and I was left alone with him to clean up, had represented something so simple and so clear that I still wonder how blind I really had been, and how stupid for listening to all those people with their awful advice; people that never thought we would ever make it.
"Misty," he had said, as if he was saying the most obvious thing in the world "that we clash just means that, in spite of our many –many differences, we just can't help sticking to each other."
Surprisingly outsmarted, and yet relieved to the bone, I realized that clashing was not as bad as everyone had painted it.
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