pick me. choose me. love me.

So, here's the thing...

I never got over you.
You're the person my mind defaults to when I'm alone.
You're the person I dream of kissing - literally, I have dreams about this.
You're the one unanswered question.

And I have about 8 million reasons I shouldn't like you.
My friends don't like you.
My mother thinks you're an idiot.
They're probably right.

But, what if?


Just needed to say that.