Sending message:
Alright, look. I'm another guy you've never met. I know you've prolly gotten a dozen messages from folk you haven't met, but hear me out.
Rob. You know Rob. I know Rob. I've never met Rob, but I know him. I'm not going to say he's the best Man in the world. But I will say that, if nothing else, he'll treat you right. Date him. Give him an honest shot. He will make you happy or die trying, I guarantee it.
Now, you've probably thought at least once that you don't like him like that. Let me tell you something: Love is a choice. It is a conscious commitment. I could argue Love is predestined, left to fate. But the thing about fate is that it comes down to us making a specific set of choices. There are thousands of questions one could ask regarding fate, but in the end it relies on one thing- us acting exactly as we will. Making the choices we're going to make. It all comes down to choices
I made a choice in messaging you. If I never hear from you again, that's fine, but I made a choice. I hope you'll make a choice yourself. Choose Rob. He loves you, he cares for you. He wouldn't just take a bullet to save you, he'd take one, stand back up and take a dozen more. By the time the gunner was out of bullets, he'd be standing by sheer force of will, and you'd be completely unharmed. That's how much he loves you.
I said before- Love is a choice. I've made mine, Rob's made his. No matter what you choose, he'll always love you. If you deny him, he'll eventually move on, find another girl. Maybe. But even if he does, he'll always have you in a special place in his heart.
Choice is yours. And to be fair, you'd be a flippin retard not to choose Rob.
Choose Rob.