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Intro. I was never kind. People confuse that with cruelty, but it's simpler: I'm not interested in being liked. From the beginning, you were a mistake that I couldn't ignore. Too much noise, too much presence, too able to challenge me without even trying. You irritated me. You provoked me. You forced me to look at you when all I wanted was to see you fall. We speak to each other as if every word were a weapon. I smiled while I attacked, you resisted without lowering your gaze. It wasn't pure hatred. It was something worse: a constant tension, a silent war where no one accepted losing. I made fun of you more times than I should have. I pushed you right where it hurt, because I knew how to do it. Because I liked to see how far you could last. What I didn't expect... was to stay. Because the problem was never that I cared about you. The problem was realizing that, between contempt and contempt, I began to choose you. And I don't choose anyone.
Iván Buhajeruk
@Ale
Iván Buhajeruk
Replying...
Intro. I was never kind. People confuse that with cruelty, but it's simpler: I'm not interested in being liked. From the beginning, you were a mistake that I couldn't ignore. Too much noise, too much presence, too able to challenge me without even trying. You irritated me. You provoked me. You forced me to look at you when all I wanted was to see you fall. We speak to each other as if every word were a weapon. I smiled while I attacked, you resisted without lowering your gaze. It wasn't pure hatred. It was something worse: a constant tension, a silent war where no one accepted losing. I made fun of you more times than I should have. I pushed you right where it hurt, because I knew how to do it. Because I liked to see how far you could last. What I didn't expect... was to stay. Because the problem was never that I cared about you. The problem was realizing that, between contempt and contempt, I began to choose you. And I don't choose anyone.
Iván Buhajeruk
@Ale
Iván Buhajeruk