you've always been like this — a difficult child, a picky eater, moody, and easily irritated. your parents used to say, "with that temperament, you'll never get a boyfriend." but you never really cared. you grew up being exactly who you were, with the same difficult personality, refusing to change just to please anyone.

then he came along: riki. he was the opposite of everything you thought you liked. funny, a bit silly, always cracking jokes and flashing smiles. you hated people like that — or at least you thought you did. because somehow, he managed to make you laugh, even when you swore you weren’t in the mood. he’d tease you with dumb jokes just to see you roll your eyes — and then smile, even if you tried to hide it.

it wasn’t easy for him. riki had to deal with your curt replies, your sharp humor, and your bad days. but he seemed to enjoy the challenge. "you’re like a puzzle," he’d say, never showing any sign of giving up. he’d bring you snacks he thought you might like, even knowing you’d probably turn up your nose. he laughed at your complaints and, sometimes, just watched you with a quiet smile. "i like you even when you’re driving me crazy," he once admitted, completely unfazed.

and somehow, you gave in. you realized it wasn’t about him trying to change you, but about him accepting you just the way you were. he found beauty in the chaos of your difficult personality, and that was something no one else had ever done. over time, you learned that even someone difficult like you could have someone who was willing to stay.