I remember how complicated it was to make her style of Ichiban. I remember trying my best to do it just the way she liked it.
I remember trying to make her style of eggs, trying to do it right.
I realize how complicated she is, in everything she does - and I’m stuck between wanting a simple, uncomplicated love and wanting to give her everything she wants and needs, no matter what kind of hurdles it requires.
I know how different she is, from everyone else. And I’m stuck between wanting someone who will show me how much they care, be there for me when I need them the most and wanting to let her give what she can, and accept that it might not be enough - and be happy with it anyway.