Hurt and Handsome

When we had met, I disliked him. He was arrogant, hurtful, meanspirited and insensitive. He didn't care about those he hurt, those he harmed through his actions, and the friends he pushed away. He drank till he forgot, he smoked to remember. He fought his thoughts and others, he lied to protect his own damaged soul. He treated everyone the same...... except for me. 

He was honest, he was compassionate. Gentle and sweet, he was like a summer evening. He drew, and played his violin. He drew me in his sketchbook, we laughed and wrestled. His blue eyes were not angry when with me. He was different, and I, hurt, him,.........