You love her. Don't try to deny it- there's no doubt about it. It shows in everything- the way you look at her, the way you rush to do everything for her. Don't look embarrassed. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. We're both in love- me with you and you with her.
I'm not telling you that I'm not upset about it. I've cried about it more than you can ever imagine. Why are you surprised about this? I'm not always the cheerful, happy-go-lucky girl you see, always okay with everything. There's more to me than the surface. But that is a completely different story, one that I don't like to tell many about. So let's go back to the façade of diplomacy.
I'm not asking you to break up with her- that's too much to ask, even though I know you will do it if I insist. I won't do it because I love you and I'm not trying to ruin your future- just asking you not to ruin mine. So it comes down to this:
Give me a rose. Tell me you love me.
That's all I need.