I normally say that boys will always be boys--they stick to those who are evidently (and apparently) liking them. But never have I encountered a scene of myself jumping from this ingenuous thoughts to the curiosity of the male brain.

What's wrong with confession? I might say that it is everything, for the consequences to the day-to-day bickering, and, arrogance.

And yes, he makes it harder for me to forget everything.

Makes me want to hate him more, which leads to liking him more.

And to my dismay, he manipulates my thoughts, and occasionally makes me remind him of what I think.

And yes, he makes everything 1000x harder.

...especially the part when I have to forget him.