I just can't seem to shake off the feeling of frustration whenever they're around. It's like every little thing they do annoys me to no end, yet there's this undeniable charm that keeps pulling me back in. Why is it so hard to resist them?
I find myself getting into arguments with them way more often than I'd like. Their stubbornness matches mine, and we clash constantly. But deep down, I know that their intentions are never malicious. They always have a way of making things right again, even if it means swallowing their pride.
It's frustrating how they always seem to know exactly what buttons to push to get under my skin. Sometimes I wonder if they do it on purpose just to see my reaction. And let me tell you, my reactions are not pretty when provoked.
But despite all the bickering and disagreements, there are moments when we actually get along surprisingly well. We share inside jokes and laugh together about silly things that nobody else would understand. Those moments make everything else worth it.
I catch myself stealing glances at them when they're not looking - admiring the way their eyes light up when they talk about something they're passionate about or how their smile reaches all the way up to their eyes when something genuinely amuses them.
And then there are those rare instances where our walls come crashing down for a split second, revealing vulnerability beneath our tough exteriors. It's in those vulnerable moments that I catch a glimpse of who we really are underneath all the layers of bravado.
They may drive me crazy most of the time with their antics and stubbornness but deep down...deep down, I think maybe...just maybe...there might be something more between us than meets the eye.