They say that first impressions last. This is not the case with you.

At first, all I noticed was your exterior; that abrasive, sarcastic outer layer you project. It pushed me backwards. Next, I met you with your party face on. Life and soul and so on. But then you let me witness the cracks in the visage. The chinks of light revealed your softness. Your bruises. And your kindness came out to greet me.

Now at last I see.