I love you.
I'm in love with you.
You know what's funny about love?
The fact that I love you.
- You ready?
- Awesome, let's go!
[Voiceover] How do you tell your best friendof three years that you're in love with her?
I mean, it's probably a bad idea, right?
It feels like a bad idea.
Like tequila and milk bad.
Unless she feels the same way about me?
What if she fell for me the first day we met
and was too scared to express her feelings?
And dating Tim was her way of trying to hide it?
Are you coming?
- [Voiceover] I mean, I'm not totally unfortunate.
Like a six out of ten on a good day.
- I'm gonna go to the restroom first.
- [Voiceover] We could start dating
and be one of those annoying couples
who always have to sit on the same side of the booth,
constantly holding hands.
We could move in together
and be the stereotypical lesbian couple
with three cats and two dogs.
We could get married
and start a family in the suburbs,white picket fence and all.
We could grow old together
and even on her worst days,I would never stop loving her.
- It's alright.
- [Voiceover] Or she could not feel that way about me.
She's probably never once thought of me in a romantic kind of way.
And why should she?
And I'm the asshole who has to screw it all up by catching feelings.
Worst case scenario,
she jumps out of the window to avoid talking to me.
Or she takes a cyanide pill as soon as I say the word love.
Like a spy in a James Bond movie.
Or she never talks to me again.
What if she never talks to me again?
Do I really wanna risk our friendship over these stupid feelings?
I don't think I could live in a world where we didn't talk every day.
Where I couldn't see her smile every time I want.
Sure, if I wanted to just see her smile,
I could Facebook stalk her.
But real life is so much better.
Maybe I shouldn't tell her.
I'll just keep all these feelings bottled up inside me.
You know, chipping away at me until I eventually melt down at her wedding,
get too drunk,
and declare my love at the reception during the chicken dance.
I should be talking to girls who are available,
not girls with boyfriends.
What if I just want what I can't have?
What if I'm that person?
No, I'm not,
and I deserve a chance to be happy.
Think of all the times I've had to watch her kiss Tim
and how every time it feels like she's ripping out my heart with her cold hands.
I'm tired of crying myself to sleep
when I know that she's with him.I can't keep pretending to be happy for her
when he does something nice,like listening to her talk about having sex with him
and smiling through the pain,
hugging her when he fucks up,
and watching her cry over him
and wanting to kill him for hurting her.
But also wanting to be the one that she feels this deeply about.
I'm tired of feeling hopeless and numb.
I can't do this anymore.
- I'm in love with you.