Hazel & Angry Copper Boy

And I love it when you cry, “All MEN are the SAME!” And let me make it clear once again; I wasn’t trying to be any different. I don’t know what you were expecting, but whatever interactions we’ve had that often turned into altercations sparked a fury inside me that I needed and you as well found it adorable. You despised a lot of things, but you still chose to stick. And now, when you’ve finally cut off all the ties, I realise how many similarities we shared. So when you say that I’m like other men, I take pride in it. I’m glad you played your role perfectly in turning me into that man. And like I see you everywhere, I believe you, too, find me in the most unexpected places. No, no! I’m not stalking you. We both worship the same God — the creator, the preserver and the destroyer of all the beauty and rage we both are a slave to; so it’s natural for us to cross each other. As a devotee of this man who is an embodiment of rage, it’s obvious that the idea of repulsions fascinates you, Hazel.