dear jae,
who are you really? i could never figure you out, even when it was all simple. we were just five and six and friends, rolling down hills in the yard and laughing and every day we'd run up and hug each other while kids snickered 'gay' behind their hands even though no one really knew what gay meant. we did both turn out be gay. huh.
well, you stayed with vivi, you're still there, you're still drawing and making scrapbooks for her, you're still sitting by her side.
i hope you're okay. that you'll be okay. i hope she doesn't push you away too. i really really hope that for you. you deserve it
ren.
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 8:50 PM UTC
dear jae,
who are you really? i could never figure you out, even when it was all simple. we were just five and six and friends, rolling down hills in the yard and laughing and every day we'd run up and hug each other while kids snickered 'gay' behind their hands even though no one really knew what gay meant. we did both turn out be gay. huh.
well, you stayed with vivi, you're still there, you're still drawing and making scrapbooks for her, you're still sitting by her side.
i hope you're okay. that you'll be okay. i hope she doesn't push you away too. i really really hope that for you. you deserve it
ren.
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