Be patient, I’m hard to love. I am broken. I ask too many questions and I’m overly sensitive. I think a lot, rationalize almost everything. When you find me, I hope for your sake I’m whole again so you don’t need to piece me together. I’m stubborn you see but I know you’d learn how to please me. But I also wish that I’d be too broken when you find me that see how much you love me and see myself come together because of your love.