I don’t know what’s to become of us. I don’t know if opening up to you was wise. For you to be such a sweet, caring person; you sure can seem like such an asshole. Today, I wonder if you and I could possibly work if we became a couple; how would that be? We both have major attitudes; chips on our shoulders. I wonder if we would only argue, if our different views and personalities would cause us to hate each other. You said that you’re scared that you will fall in love with me. Maybe it’s just the idea of me. I’m not who I seem to be. Could I be trying to make you believe you don’t know who I am b/c (sic) I’m frightened of you (or anyone) loving me?
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