AdawiyyRoslan
I hated him. I hated everything about him. From his face, his personality and even every single things he did, I hated them.
From the first day we met, I had already have bad impression on him. He annoyed the shit out of me.
"Let's just stay away from this guy", I told myself.
I never even have any desire to know anything about him. All that I knew was just that he is definitely the type of person that I wish to not get involved with. At all.
I tried my best to avoid any kind of interaction with him. I promised to myself that I should never talked to him or even exchange any sort of greetings with him.
Yes. I judged him, without trying to know him first. I always trust my instinct about people.
I was glad that he did not approach me as well as if he knew that I would hate it. It was all good until... he finally did it.
He finally talked to me. Like, freaking talked to me. No words can described how annoyed I was at the time.
It was during the trip to Japan that we were both a part of. And that was the first time that we actually had a conversation. A conversation that I have been trying real hard to avoid.
I hated it. But, I couldn't control it. Something was definitely strange. At that time, I knew something was gonna change.