Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
I have some time to understand it, she is too complicated. She does not like sweet words yet she needs affection like a baby. She makes an untouchable woman but deep down it takes little to hurt her. It's not easy but I love it, even if to understand her heart I had to row like mad to bind it.