“I don’t understand why you are so nice to me.” I said, as I looked into her blue eyes.
She stood up, and with a mild bit of anger she yelled at me quietly. “I’m nice to you because that is what I’m here for. Doesn’t mean I’m looking past what you did to me. I’m just doing what I’m best at doing; showing people that I’m resentful towards that I’m here to love them no matter how much they hurt me. Everyone needs to feel like they are loved no matter how fucked up they are because showing love is so much better than showing hate.”
