We’ve spoken for hours and hours on end, night after night after night. I know some of your deepest, darkest secrets. I know that you have a mystery bruise on the back of your leg and what you had for dinner last night. I know that you’re so scared about what your future is going to look like and feel like (fuck RA). But I don’t know if you feel the same way for me that I do for you. You know I’m gay, but I don’t know if you are. And I won’t ask. I can’t. I survive on heart emojis and torturously sweet words. But I can never ask if there’s a deeper meaning. And I redirect conversations that veer too close to those answers. Because I’d blow my life up in an instant and make you the center of it. And that terrifies me. But I think you know all this already. And you let me keep this tiny bit of distance. One day, I’ll cave. But right now, I can’t. Right now, I can give you these ????????❤️ and my time whenever you want it. I love you.