Layers

She sat there and told me I was complex. It was not meant to hurt, but to give insight. She wanted me to see me as others do, and I think for the first time in my life, I understand. I understand why I attract those that I do. She used the word "Layers."
My first layer is strong, unapproachable. He is like the giant redwood, "Do not mess with this man." That's what it puts out, and only the daring, try.
My second layer is, he has a sense of humour, a softer side. He can joke, and laugh.
My third layer, a temper that defines fear. Those caught on the wrong end retreat as far back as they can. There is no depth to the anger that is un controlled.
This was her first three, and then there are many more, and so it goes, but for the sake of brevity and the fact no one will read this, I will stop here, and perhaps post this on a more popular website.