Like I told you before, I have a story to tell you, about my honey. His name is Darien, he's quite a bit taller than me. At least.. A foot. [That is, if I didn't wear high heels.] We've been dating.. for some time now. Since my first year of high school, his tenth grade year. Of course, we met online, and it shot off from there. He lived in California, I lived in New York, that was the only downside. But still, he visits.
Anyway, in his ninth grade year, he was definitely different than he was, in tenth grade, when he met me. He was always harrassing other students, literally hurting them. One day, he got caught. He had been threatening a fellow student with a box-cutter. Yes, a box-cutter. His father had been packing up, for a business trip, and he couldn't take it with him, so Darien, being the person he was, tucked it away in his pocket. He went to school with it, and when this other guy started being a bit annoying, his temper flared. He threatened to kill him.
"I swear, if you don't cut the crap, I'll kill you." From his testimonial, that was what he said. Sounds.. terrifying, doesn't it? I hadn't learned of it, until the first January after we started dating. [And we had started dating, on the day of Halloween. Ironic, huh?] I knew that he had been suspened, and that he was in an independent study program, but not of that. It shocked me. He had gotten the nerve to tell me, when we had gotten into an in-depth discussion on changing, and people's past.
Specifically, I had said, "I don't care what the hell is in someone's past. If they've changed, then I'll give them a second chance!" Then, out came the dirty little details. He was relieved, obviously, and I continued on, by reassuring him. "Look, you've changed. Obviously. Say, you were harrassing me, on the phone. I'd hang up, and never talk to you again. But, you aren't. Are you? No. Don't worry. I'll always love you. No matter what your past is. All I care about, is here, and now." That, I think, was the starting point, when we became a lot more open to each other. We tell each other everything, and it makes both of us happy.
Actually, he even lets me say when I think another guy is 'sexy,' or 'good-looking.' He doesn't care, as long as I just say he's sexier.
With that, I think you can tell how much he's changed. He doesn't threaten people anymore, and he barely ever swears. His attitude is pretty much never evident. He's changed. When I think about how he's changed, I think about how anyone can change. There are a select few, who won't, and I'm sorry for that. Still, in my opinion, it's possible for people to change. I think, that anyone can, with a little help, and a nudge.
My father, a few things helped him. HIs new wife, I think helped the most. His step-daughter, and me too, for wanting to be closer to him. Joining the church for Christianity probably helped too, and I'm ecstatic for him.
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No, I am not a freak who has nothing to do in her spare time. I happened to sleep in, and the car broke down, so I'm stuck at home, in the comfort of my bed. Now, if only I could do homework, and work from the computer...
Anyway, 'ello, and good-bye! Have a proper good day!
-:- Yes, I'm clumsy. More clumsy than thaat nerd that falls down the stairs everyday. Oh, wait. That's me.... -:-
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