Do you wonder why I can’t myself but be an asshole to you? It’s because you absolutely boggle my mind. How on Earth can you keep being so kind to me? How can you keep treating me like your best friend?

I thought I could convince you that the cute awkward funny guy you first met is long gone, but you either haven’t realized or don’t care.

But the worst part about this is that what you’re doing is working. Every time I strike at you it hurts me a little bit more. Each time I feel a little bit more despair about what I’ve become, and I become a little bit more afraid that I might actually love you.