Waldorf,

I don't want to leave you, but I have to go. I've never felt as safe or as happy as I did in your arms. We are inevitable. Blair and Chuck. Chuck and Blair. My one and only. I have butterflies, but I don't deserve you yet. I will eventually, but right now I am to broken. Keep those butterflies alive for me and I will come back.

I would ask you to take care of everybody for me, but I already know that you will. You really are a mother hen, Waldorf. Don't think I don't know what you've done for Little J. And Eric- god, how long have you been HIS older sister? Serena- you've always taken care of her. Even when she was the Queen you were there ripping down everyone who even thought something bad about her. Keeping Georgina in cheek. Taking care of Nathanial, while he remained oblivious to his girlfriend, and keeping his grads up. And me.

The number of times you bailed me out of jail, covered for me at school, or kept my father at bay. The only one who understood why I so desperately loved him and craved his attention. Because Eleanor never showed you how much she loves you. The only one who understood the alcohol. Because you stick your finger down your throat. Don't think I didn't notice that you relapsed after the Cotillion. I know because that's when I started drinking the single malt again.

Someday, Blair, I will tell you that I love you.

Define like,

Chuck