I want you to promise me something. If you love someone, tell them. Even if you’re scared that it’s not the right thing, even if you’re scared that it’ll cause problems, even if you’re scared that it will burn your life to the ground, you say it, and say it out loud. And then you go from there.
But Derek, I love you. In a really really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you… love you.