Sometimes I think he's the biggest asshole and it's partially because he knows me so well and can read me like an open book. For example, when I'm in a bad mood he'll oh so subtly steer me towards the gym because he knows working out helps me release the stress and frustration of whatever is bothering me. Sometimes I just don't want to be out of my bad mood. If he pushes a little a too hard, I just flip out. Hence, he's an asshole. He's only doing what he thinks is good for me. I love him for it and I've even told him to do it, but it backfires on him. He faces my wrath and he takes it like a champ.
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