Asians are the most fucked up people you will ever meet.

Passive yet passionate. You can’t read their face, their voice, their anger but from their words and silent actions, they will hurt you. They will hurt you.

How do I explain a culture so far removed. How can I justify all of what we say and do when they’re seemingly illogical. How do I find a person I don’t even know.

I do not know you. But you existed to me when I was nine-ten-eleven, I can’t remember which year but that’s when you came into existence. And I accepted you. Because I knew not better. And I loved you. Because love to me then was presence. But what love was there.