Preconceived Notion.

From step one she knew it wouldn't work. She sat opposite to me in the risque Atlanta bar with that look of "why am i here?". Already looking for faults in me she watched me with an eye for err. She didn't care to see what I am; Who I am; or who I have become. No, she wanted to see the bad I used to be. She never gave me a chance from the beginning. She was distant. She toyed with me. She constantly was looking for the bad. She constantly pushed me away. Destined to be a victim. 

A victim that constantly sought the unhappy ending. She constantly looked for the bad, throwing away the good. 

It sucks. I'm worth knowing. I'm worth liking. 

I like her too. A lot. 

I know this is destined for failure. I should let her go now- so she won't be hurt. But i like her. Why does this have to be an uphill battle from the start? I just want to get to know her. I just want to learn about her. She intrigues me. The realist in me says that it was destined to fail from the beginning. But I am hopeful, I wan't to learn about this girl, so I will work for it. 

Life has never been easy. 

fml. I'm too tired to write tonight.