This guy that I love once wrote that he felt like he was stuck on a Ferris wheel. On top of the world one minute, rock bottom the next. That’s how I feel now. I couldn’t ask for more amazing friends, more understanding family, but it would be all so much better if I had someone to share it with. 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. 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 that 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, 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.
