I wrote “Hard to Love” about struggling to maintain empathy for someone I loved and believed in, and repeatedly gave the benefit of the doubt when he gave me every reason not to. It’s about the guilt I felt from losing compassion for him and questioning my heart because of this callousness that was so unfamiliar to me. It’s about wishing I could hate him because it wouldn’t hurt as bad if I did. It’s about him resenting me for the same things he fell in love with me for until I started hating those parts myself. It’s about being made to feel Hard to Love. And of course, it’s about a boy with dark hair and tinted glasses.