We argue. A lot. Because we like it, we admit it. But for the longest time I couldn’t figure out why we were friends, because we only seem to be able to argue. There had to be more than arguing, didn’t there?
Then I realized that as much as I hate you for being so disloyal, dishonest, and disrespectful at times, you do have a way of making me see things I would have never saw if we didn’t argue the way we did. You said you don’t know why you love people, but hey: it’s your turn! Tell me why you love me.
But if you can’t tell me that, at least tell me why it was so hard to kiss me. I know it was weird and we’re just friends, but it wasn’t all that hard for me.
I can’t help but wonder if that was your way of showing me that you do love me.
In your own asshole-ish, douche-y way.
And that’s okay because if you weren’t such an ass hole, we wouldn’t have all those great arguments.