What a boob. What an annoying little smarty pants know-it-all. What a nerd. What a goof. How I hate him.
And yet. I love him.
The way he's always thinking of others before himself. The way he feels and cares so deeply. The way those adorably, unruly yellow tufts of hair stick out all willy-nilly from that wise and wonderfully weird football head of his.
Bain of my existence!
Blight upon my tortured heart!
If only you knew my true feelings for you. Only until now I've been too shy to tell you the truth. Too bashful to come out and say that...
I love you, Arnold!