Some friends become enemies, some friends become your family...

Some enemies become friends too.
It's weird that way, you can go years hating someone.
Because their first impression was so bad, and stuck for so long.
Because you hated that first impression.
With so much passion that you fought anything to do with them.
You fought conversation.
You fought them.
You glared at them whenever you saw them.
You yelled and screamed at them to 'fuck off and leave you alone!'
You tried everything.
But then you can connect with something, some shared experience or part of life.
Some shared concept of your past.
Some shared aspect of you, that nobody else gets.
And BAM it changes, you can relate, you can see past that crappy first impression.
You can become friends, be there for each other.
Through the stuff that others just don't get, because they can't.
It's weird, life, that way.
You can go from absolutely hating somebody with so much of your being, and then change to being so close, and having such a connection and understanding and love of one another.
Life, it's just messed up isn't it?