Torn pages

Cristina - Tacoma, Washington
Entered on November 21, 2008
Age Group: Under 18
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All people are different. All schools, workplaces, churches, cities, counties and states are different. Countries, oceans, planets. All different. They’re all unique and crazy in their own way. People are the most diverse being on such a broad spectrum. We’re all different colors, have different religions, and different beliefs overall. We behave differently, communicate differently, learn differently and interact with eachother differently. I believe a person cannot be judged by their looks or the way they behave. Physically or verbally. You will never truly know and understand a person until you understand their mind and their heart.

I met this guy, he doesn’t look like the guy you would take home to your mom and dad. He doesn’t look like the guy you would want to be around period. For most people, that’s true. They would take one look at him and say he’s trouble and stay away. When I saw him, I’m the one that looked like a bum! Sweats and a hoody, just got off work, I was tired. I asked for a cigarette as he started to walk past me, thinking he would say yes or no and walk away. Well he said no but decided to stay and make conversation with me still. The whole time we were talking I was thinking, “Wow, he’s really cute…” We were laughing and just being people. The second I saw him I knew he was trouble because I had seen him do something he probably shouldn’t have done right down the street, but I didn’t care. I’m a curious person. I like getting to know people and learning, even if it’s very vaguely, what they’re about. What they do. Who they are. So I talked to him and his brother while I waited for the bus. After a while he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and gave it to me. Go figure. He asked if I wanted to hang out with him that night, I’m pretty adventurous, call me dumb if you’d like, but I said “Sure, why not?” He didn’t come off threatening or like some psycho that was going to kill me so I was okay. Not to mention my best friend knew where I was and kept in contact with me that whole night. I never thought I would see this guy again after that night. We ended up spending hours, even days together. Staying up talking and watching TV. Somewhere between all the laughter, arguments, bus rides and hours talking, I learned the map of his heart and more importantly his mind. I learned (unintentionally) what made him angry, what upset him, what he was passionate about and how to make him laugh. I learned that no matter how angry he got at me for something (which was usually dumb) his heart still loved me and mine loved him. It still does. My family looks at him and sees trouble, and nothing else. I see him. For all he’s worth and everything that make me glad to have met him. I see nothing other than his heart and mind. I don’t see his scars, his tattoos, or his criminal record. I see him. As a person. You can’t judge a book by its cover. That book may be the greatest thing to ever happen to you. If you push it away or hide from it, you’ll never know. I believe that all books no matter how torn up or old they may look deserve to be read, and all people deserve to be heard.