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.
I just want someone who will lay in bed with me all day and give me snuggles and kisses and play fight and watch awesome movies while holding my hand or rubbing my back. Is that too much to ask? Probably.