How did we get here?

Your absence. Your presence.
It tells me everything that I need to know really.
It's like I can almost pick exactly what your thinking by just having a vague idea of your whereabouts.

However, I don't like your absence and although I understand you have a hell of a lot of decisions to make, I want you to choose me.

Example: wise confession of Meredith Grey, "Okay, here it is, your choice... it's simple, her or me, and I'm sure she is really great. But 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."

Case and point, almost flawlessly, if only it was just that simple.
♥