My initial thought was that she doesn't make it easy to love her. She has a quick fuse, she draws boundaries in the sand with a stick, and she uses the flaws you are most sensitive about to cut you down to the core. She picks and chooses when she wants to be nice and loving.
And I give in every time, because those times when she opens her arms to me are so few and far between that when she laughs, it's like honey, and I'm afraid I might miss it.
I realized later that she isn't hard to love. It's just a different kind of love, it's not like a box of chocolates on valentines day kind of love, it's more like here's a bag of hard candy, break your teeth on it but it tastes so good kind of love.
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