She always liked to tell you that your persistence was a result of the thrill of the chase, that because it was so blatant and upfront it was less sincere.
But you could never doubt the sincerity of that persistence, that desperate ache you felt in your heart. She represented love in its purest form, and you had to trust that one day she would understand.
For sometimes it felt as though your entire existence depended on this girl, and you would never tire of trying to convince her.