A solid 8

Dear... he-who-shall-not-be-named... not Voldemort. Oh my god I almost said his name on the internet. This is stupid of me. If this is you, you should at least be questioning whether it's you are not, okay? 

Dear he-who-shall-not-be-named-also-not-Voldemort,

Thank you for coming to see my show. I'm sorry, THE show.  It's so funny because you come to see every show, so even though we've only done one show together it feels like I've known you for a really long time. Anyways, it's not that I think you come exclusively to see me. But I'm the person you're most excited to see, right? You know what- don't even answer that question, because you're Dad basically told me so. 

I realized today that I've actually known you since Fall of 2011, and now it is Fall of 2013. For Christ's Sake! I've liked you for three years and I've never even told you. 

Even I'm not an idiot. You're not exactly the most "experienced" in love and it doesn't seem like you will be anytime soon. Not because you're not gorgeous and smart and charming and funny.  You're all of those things and more, trust me, I could go on and on forever,  just ask my poor friends. You're just a little young. Like love still seems like a foreign country to you. 'Oh yes, I've heard of kissing, perhaps I'll travel there someday.'

So, maybe it makes absolutely no sense for me to be telling you this, but I love you. You're probably the most bewitching person I ever met. And even though I know there's like a 95% chance that you won't know what to do with that information (a situation that scares the shit out of me, but also makes my heart skip a beat because it's so quintessentially you), I'm telling you because there is 4% chance that you will tell me that you like me back and a 1% chance that you will kiss me.

How to phrase it?

Hey, thanks for coming to see the show. So, this might be the last time I see you, since it's my last show, and I'm going off to college. Yeah. So, I feel like I should just tell you that I really like you... um, romantically. I romantically like you.

shit, shit, shit.

Okay wait- what about: I might never see you again, but I wanted to tell you that I have feelings for you.

There. That's it. I feel fine about that. I'd say on a scale of 1 to 10 how bad of an idea this is we're at about a solid 8.