You can't put reason to love. It's a heart thing and words fall short. I just know that I do. I just know that I love you. I love you, Rosemary Ilana Pratt.
Actually you described my perfect girl. I was being nice. I was exaggerating and trying to make Sasha happy for a minute. You wouldn't point that out so much if it didn't bug you. You can say it right now. You like me as more than a friend. Just admit it, like ripping off a band-aid. We can figure out the rest later.
There is some other stuff I would like to talk to you about any way. I miss my best friend more than ever. But this comes first.