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 if ever I’m still broken when you find me at least I’ll see how much you love me and see myself come together because of your love.