Pride.

I know you.

You are.

Intense, and arrogant.

Intelligent and withdrawn. 

You stand apart.

Your piercing eyes weighing and calculating everyone.  Even me.

What do you see?

I decided you were cocky.  Not worth admiring.

Looking closer.

You are.

Fearful and vulnerable.

Loyal and honest.

You don’t want to stand alone.

You try very hard to be perfect and search out a kindred spirit.

And even though I don’t deserve it, you always remember me.

You are beautiful. And I am lucky to know you.