i do not envy meredith grey a lot of things. but i do envy her courage.
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 barely have the courage to even think of uttering these words to someone, even though it's exactly how i feel.
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