Cishets Have No Rights

hey

i... i guess i haven‘t thought about this day to the extent i should‘ve. i don‘t have any fancy gift for you— though i guess i could buy you a new frog shirt or something, haha...

but that doesn‘t feel genuine enough to thank you for everything you‘ve done for me since i met you. nothing has, not yet. even after that- that spontaneous confession of yours, when i was so sleep deprived and my mind was somewhere else and you just. you really went in for a kiss, huh? i still don‘t think we‘ve quite decided on what we are yet. maybe i‘ll ask today.

i think im getting better at laying my feelings out in the open. maybe it‘s not perfect - which is why im not saying any of this outright to begin with - but it‘s better. im finally coming to terms with the fact that i... i mean a lot to you. and you mean a lot to me. more than that, even.

i love you. i hope one day ill have the courage to say those words directly. somehow, it‘s still so hard even after knowing you return my feelings.

its

its his birthday

what the FUCK am i supposed to do

i am incredibly gay