The day we first met, I remember that I didn't even want to speak to you. You tried so hard for me to like you. Finally, I realized that you were trying to get my attention. You weren't really my type, but once I got to know you more each day, I learned that love doesn't have a type. Love can go either way and, if you hide from love (like I hid from your love), eventually it will find you anyway, like yours found me. Sometimes love can change directions, or there might not be enough to go around fully. Even though we had some problems, I always loved you.