I want to have 10 minutes of truth with her. That's all.
If I did, this is what I'd say.

"I like you. I really like you. I like you more than I've liked anyone before, in my entire life. I like you longer than I've liked anyone before, in my entire life. I like everything about you. Because everything about you is perfect. I like your cheeks and I like your eyes and I like your hair and I like your laugh and I like how pretentious you are because it gives you character and I like your character.
But I hate how much I like you and sometimes that makes me hate you. I hate that, even though nothing has happened with us I truly think I couldn't survive without you in my life. I feel that the world --my world-- should not exist without you in it. I couldn't do it. I'd need you --even if it's just to see you in the hallway, or ask you how work was or to tell you a terrible joke in the hopes you'd laugh. I need it to live and without it would not be living.
I'm not saying I want anything to happen, because I know how you feel about me and it's not the same for how I do you. But I want acknowledgement. I don't want you to think that I'm not hurt by what you say or what you do --because your opinion affects me more than anyone else's. But, at the same time I never want you to think I'd hate you or be angry by what makes you happy. Because Rach, your happiness is the most important thing in the world. It's everything. It's all that matters to me.
If you're happy, then I'm ok. I promise.
If you were ever happy with me, it'd be a miracle. But I'd never let you go, not ever. You mean too much and I want you too much and I need you too much."

--Andria.