Truth is,

You make me crazy.


There. I said it.

You drive me nuts. You are obnoxious and sometimes I can't stand you.
Sometimes your stupid grin drives me up a wall and sometimes when you ask me a question you already know the answer to, I want to scream.

And a lot of the time, I hate when you talk about work. But I love those moments too, cause your eyes light up and you get kinda lost in this thing that you love so much. You get this smile on your face and I don't even follow what you're talking about anymore-you've gone way over my head-but it's okay because I just like watching you get so passionate about it. A lot of the time, I like talking to you. And I like listening to you.

Truth is, I miss you when I'm not with you and that scares the hell out of me.
Truth is, you give me butterflies and I hate that sometimes you make me nervous.

There. I said it.