I lied. I'm not out of this relationship. I'm in. I'm so in, it's humiliating because here I am... Okay, here it is. Your choice is simple. Her or me. And I'm sure she's really great. But boy I love you. and a really really big, pretending to like your taste of music, let you eat the last piece of cheese cake, hold my radio over my head outside your window. Unfortunately that makes me hate you love you. So pick me. Chose me. Love me.