Simply Complex

He is such a Simply Complex man.
I don't mean that he is complex and that is that. I mean that he is simple and easy going. He is charismatic and fun loving. He is deep and sometimes unfathomable. And complex.
He is such a good man. He is humble and often refuses to see or acknowledge what others see. 
He will create walls to try and prevent anyone from finding his most secret parts. 
He just doesn't realize that I see them.
I hear every word, see every emotion, notice every single thing.
It can be confusing to love someone that is Simply Complex. Especially for an overthinker. 
But the rewards of that love outweigh the confusion and frustration.
I just wish I had a way to teach him that truth.





Then again...
Perhaps I simply read too much into a simple spoken phrase.

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