The truth is everything about me that irritates you are parts of you, you’re unwilling to accept. Which is why you misinterpret my sincereity for arrogance. My jokes for egoism. My play as war.
Despite that, there is nothing that will taint my view of you, because when I look upon you, all I see is love. Nothing you say that is so hateful will ever change that, and I believe that alone scares you far more than anything else in this world. Because it means you are loveable.