I lied.
 I'm not out of the relationship, I'm in.
 I'm so in, it's humiliating
 because here I am begging.

 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 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.

 So Pick me. Choose me. Love me.