To Converse: a conversation with the converse

 Converse: a conversation with the converse

No one can match perfectly with me.

No one can humor me all the time. 

No one can agree with me by rote. 

Whenever I meet someone that I come to get to know slowly but steadily,

I begin to figure out the different spots in each other's thoughts and values.

One sympathy but major denial.

One agreement but minor disagreement.

One good inspiration but two lessons that I learn from the follies of the counterpart. 

From time to time, I even get alerted, shocked, and horrified.

Even though I might trigger alertness, shocker, and horrification in somebody. 

But I remember someone told me that 

we all have unconsciously been affected by others in every trivial or major conversation so far. 

Even one person with one conversation can cause a spark of change inside of me.

My way of thinking, behaving, talking, and making choices are not created thoroughly by myself, 

but in whatsoever ways, they all come to be shaped in unique and representative features.

I look on the bright side but get easily depressed and irritated by minor stuff.

When something bad or even harsh happens, 

I fall into the depths of despair but recover from it in a few hours or a day, less than several days.

I burst into laughter pretty easier than the average, which means a lower standard of humor.

I believe in the power of potential that is born within every person, 

and the responsibility as a teacher to make the potential of students revealed and recognized.

I desire a happy and stable family that can create a shelter for sharing stories and emotions together.

I might have fake emotions that I acquired through my social life 

to make people feel easy and accepted, 

but that makes the relationship harder sometimes 

because I also might expect immoderate emotions from others and doubt their emotions toward me. 

I have my pride and prejudice that stop others from loving me and prevent me from loving others just the way they are. 

I love singing, reading, walking, writing, laughing, sipping, shopping, and styling. 

ALL the bits of details in me are not solely standing independently from others. 

If it were for the ending credit of my life, 

all the leading and supporting actors and actresses must have contributed to my movie.

One altercation,

One minute of talking,

One tie that was created randomly,

One memory of being together day and night, 

One year of ups and downs that brought each other tighter,

One touch of words, gazes, and hands offered by a stranger,

One and only experience full of wonders made from differences...

Numerable moments of tiny little pieces of life

have brought me to somewhere I was never able to imagine and

have molded me in a one-of-a-kind frame that is still flexible to be changed. 

Still, daily moments that seem to be dull and nothing special keep playing a role in my life secretly.

Even I have been contributing to people surrounding me in unknown and unpredictable ways. 

The beauty of life and misery of life might come from the ceaseless mutual influence between individuals, 

every minute of every day. 

Therefore, even though I can feel that someone is the converse as me, I might already get affected by that person in an obscure way.