I lied. I’m not out of this relationship. I’m in.
I’m so in, it’s humiliating because here I am begging.
Ok here it is: Your choice, it’s simple: her or me.
And I’m sure she’s really great… But Derek, I love you.
In a really really big, pretend to like your taste in music, let your eat the last piece of cheese cake, hold a radio over my head outside your window!
Unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you.
So pick me. Choose me. Love me.
She says it best.