So, Blue, I might not know your name or what you look like, but I know who you are. I know you’re funny and thoughtful. That you choose your words carefully and that they’re always perfect. And I know that you’ve been pretending for so long, it’s hard to believe you can stop. I get it. Like I told you at the very beginning, I’m just like you. So, Blue, after the play, Friday at 10:00, you know where I’ll be. No pressure for you to show up, but I hope you do. Because you deserve a great love story too. Love, Simon.


























