To sum this week up, we argued 2 times, I punched his nose accidently on 2 occasions, he punched the wall out of anger once and oh, we shared 200 kisses.
"Ever since I met you, my life's been like a rollercoaster," he says.
"Why do you like me? Because I've got a bad temper? Or because I'm manipulating, stubborn and fucked up in the brain?" I ask.
"I'm putting up with that because you make me laugh every day."