Easy to love

It came as a side comment in our conversation. Something said sparingly, made to sound like a joke but had the meanings right.

“That one?”, he asked pointing at me and giggling, “he makes it so difficult to love him", he concluded.

My friends laughed. So did I. I didn't entertain the thoughts until I was home.

I saw the various ways I was demanding of love - like any other human being out there - and at the same time making it difficult for people to love me. If you were my friend, all seem good until you offend me, or do something wrong. I forgive, but my long memory and poor choices of words are always there to stand against you.

I had excused my behavior with kind words, coated it as my love for excellence. But isn't the love for excellence suppose to propel us to love people and encourage them towards a better future, not defining them by their past alone?

“We are making changes in that department soon. We need to", I told myself.