I would have thought that the hard part was waiting all my life to find you. Or finding you amongst the billions of people in the world. Or leaving behind all I had and knew and moving across the country just to be near you. Or stumbling and getting back up again. Or coming to a point where I know that I deserve you.
How could I know that the hardest part would be the hypocrisy and viciousness of someone who calls themselves a Christian?