I can’t admit it.

But I fear that I’m starting to fall for you.

And I shouldn’t.

Because you’re not exactly what I’d call a decent guy.

You’re too competitive.

You have anger problems.

You’re too much of a ‘macho’ guy.

You’ll never really be into me.

And you’re still hung up on her.

But you’re cute. And you’re funny. And you flirt fight with me the entire time we work together.

I can’t. I won’t. You aren’t right. You aren’t.

But I can’t help it.