You’re the most difficult person I’ve ever met, let alone the most difficult I’ve ever loved.
You’re painstakingly complex and nearly impossible to read, but you keep me on my toes. You’re such a smart ass, but I have to admit that you usually know what you’re talking about.
You’re so full of zest and admirably ambitious, and your energy keeps me motivated to want more. You’re so calculating and methodical, I can’t help but wonder what goes through your mind.
You’re so wild and crazy, yet so cool and collected, I’m oddly intrigued by the walking contradictions. You’re so young yet wise beyond your years, I can’t help but admire the people who raised you.
You’re extremely picky about your inner circle, so I can’t help but feel a little special that you let me in.
You’re so caring and helpful towards those you love, it’s refreshing to feel all the support you give.
You’re such a diamond in the rough, and many can’t see past the jagged edges, but I see the clarity.
I know it may be hard to understand but your imperfections, your flaws, and all your nuances makes you beautiful inside and out.
So yes, you’re difficult to love, but don’t ever change.