And we know you are, you dickmuncher. Even if you don't. You get to guess around, Jack. But even if you don't figure it out? Still great. Tummy is 10/10 would smooch, face is 9000/10 would super make out. Accept it. You're loved for who you are, and who you are is handsome and cute and talented and funny and kind.
...You know, anon. You make me think of someone special. And I hope I'm right, because this could get awkward fast. But I'm.... sort of happy you like me as is. It's not like I can change much about it. Tomorrow I go back to re hair and everything else, and... as much as I'd like to be some perfect person for you, I'm just going to try and be me. Is that okay? ...I'm really glad people mostly like me... and you love me. That's about all I can manage right now. I'm way to flustered.
...Love you Rye-bread.
