"Ok, 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." - Meredith Grey, Grey's Anatomy.

I think saying "I miss you" is the understatement of the year. At one time, I jokingly called you my Chandler Bing, my Ted Mosby, and now it's safe to say that you're my Derek Shepherd, too. Because if you're not my McDreamy, then what else are you? That's the most deserved of all the titles.

The reality is that you still hold every part of me in the palm of your hand, and you aren't holding on tightly anymore. I could pull a Meredith. You of all people know I could. I could find you right where I left you, tell you the truth, and hope that you missed me. But, some of us aren't so lucky, and some of us don't get happily ever after, so here goes nothing.

Pick me, because I'll still be here even when you're miles away. How naive of us to believe that distance could really hinder anything. What was I thinking? I think about that every time I make the short drive home, more often than I'd like to admit, wishing I was turning the other way, seeing you instead. Doing things without you still doesn't feel right.

Maybe I'm upset with myself because here I am, still picking you above everyone and everything else. I still pick you because you were my best friend in the whole world. You are my person.

Choose me, because I know you. I know the darkest parts of you and love you anyway, love you more because of them.

Choose me, because when something is that right, you aren't supposed to let it go.

Choose me, because not choosing me is the worst mistake you could make and you know it.

Choose me, because I can be home in a heartbeat.

Love me, because I'll put up with your taste in music. I know I rolled my eyes when you tried to make your voice sound like your favorite artist's, but I would give anything to hear that again. Anything in the world.

Love me, because I know I said I was done. I know I looked you in the eye with tears streaming down my face telling you I was over it, but I'm in. I'm so in, it's humiliating. Love me, because even though you are miles away, when you do decide to look back, I will still be here.