Someone I love.

I loved him since the first day we have been working all together. I have a very happy time for him to send me home. He likes to play on Facebook all the time when we work together. My friends do not like working with his habit. He makes our job is done very slowly.
I argued with him almost every time we work together. But to fight because I was worried about him. He does not know I'm doing it because I love him. He did not think I love him but I love. I fear that one day they will know that I love him. (I'm not good at English.)