People are like walls. From afar, they look solid, well put together. But the closer we get, the more we see. The greater the amount of time we spend with a person, and the greater the distribution of events we see them endure, the better the picture we have. As we get nearer to them, we see the material the wall is made of. We see what holds it together. And most importantly of all, we start to see the cracks, the weaknesses, the parts that are at risk of crumbling away. But funnily enough, we tend not to recoil from those cracks in the wall. Instead, we fall for them.
We love the people we love less for the material, strength or extent of their wall, but more for the cracks we discover hidden within it.