intolerance

You ever first get to know someone and think "wow, there is literally nothing wrong with you"? And it goes on for weeks, or even months. 

At one point you feel like they deserve the world and you don't deserve them. Nothing but purity in them. But you? Nothing but evil. 

Then they get comfortable with you and you're happy with it. They open up to you and pour their fucking heart on you. Each layer you uncover was like finding pieces of yourself in each of them. It was like puzzle pieces you were looking for your whole life. 

But there are a few moments you start questioning. Are those really pieces of you? or are you forcing them to be? Suddenly the puzzle pieces don't fit. 

But I learned. Not in a hard way but in a way that made me hate myself even more for how intolerant I can be. Those puzzle pieces just needed some turning for them to fit the masterpiece. 

I can learn to love. And I love the thought of that.