Even then.

I love when I get insights into people,

Even if they are merely acquaintances.

I love realizing what people are thinking, 

How their minds work, 

And finding a way to relate to them.

I like people, generally,

Even when they disagree with me.

Even people vastly different from me

Are still alike me in some way.

I like revisiting the past,

Even the not-so-distant past.

I miss my friends,

Even the ones with whom I've lost touch.

I liked yesterday,

Spending time with great people,

Distracting me from things that make me cry.

Thoughts that won't leave my head 

And shame my heart.

Even when I am mostly loved,

I still feel ostracized.

I don't like judgmental people,

And I don't like getting labeled and scorned.

But even then-

I'm still willing to accept forgiveness

And offer my own.

(If only they would open up.)