I’m pretty sure I’m going to be screaming at the TV/balling my eyes out the entire time. THURSDAY. THURSDAY. 

“I lied. I’m not out of this relationship. I’m in. I’m so in it’s humiliating because here I am, begging. Okay, here it is. 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.”