My second and third impressions of you
were brought in quick succession, which
didn’t let me investigate what you were
made of. Both impressions were
eclectic, entirely different from one
another. It made me appreciate you
though. Because it showed me that you
didn’t need to be one thing, and you
never tried to be that. Although both
impressions were entirely different
compositions that could completely be
taken out of context as having no
relation, that’s what made you so
beautiful in my eyes. Because it
reminded me of myself, and how a lot of
people view me differently depending
on context. I remember there was one
person who saw me as weird for liking
to write so much, and another person
who saw me as the person who would
stand outside of English class, waiting to
give her a hug. Again, multifaceted and
acceptance are the two best words to
describe my feelings at that.