So, I met this guy. We talked for a good while, and along the way of becoming friends, we ended up liking each other. It's ironic how we ended up liking each other, because we're complete opposites. I'm loud, obnoxious, and cheery, while he's shy, quiet, and laid back. Maybe it's the fact that he's so nice to me, or maybe it's the fact that he genuinely likes me, but I can't bring myself to simply leave. He tells me everything; anything that's bothering him. He tells me if I'm taking things too far, or if he's troubled. I realy like him, and I want to be with him, but not all good things last. 

My parents don't accept him because of his race. They've categorized him as an ignorant, uneducated, and uncontrolled savage due to his skin color. They won't even meet him, yet they're quick to judge him based off of men and women of his skin color who have been reckless. They don't understand that not everyone is the same. They talk about how you should accept everyone in your life like how God accepts every one of us, yet they will never accept him because of his skin color. 

It upsets me. It genuinely upsets me, because they don't care about how I feel. They don't care about meeting him, and then basing their judgment off his character. They only care about what their judgment is based off of other people of his color. It's racist. So racist, and it truly disgusts me. I've been raised by two racist people who consider themselves Christians, but sin. We all sin, I understand, but how can you judge someone based off of others? How utterly foolish and unfair is that? Extremely. I've cried enough hopeless tears, because I know for a fact that I will never be more than a crush to him, and him to me. 

I hope I will never raise my kids to only date a certain race. I will never in my life ever restrict them from loving someone because of their skin color. Beneath the skin, we all bleed the same. God created us equally, so what does it matter if I get hurt by a white man, or a black man? In the end, it's heartbreak. Just like how in the end, we all bleed. In the end, we all die.