oh, the dreads of human sexualities. not only do you get confusion, but you also get the joy of everyone who's cute or sweet being straight.
and that applies to you, too.
we've been talking for a few weeks. we met online, and that's never ideal, but i trust you. we facetimed, too, and you looked so perfect sitting there in your lavender hoodie and your hands pulled into your sleeves.
adorable.
but i won't tell you this. not yet. this letter will stain the envelope it sits in on my cupboard floor. i'll forget about it and you'll never see it. and i am okay with that.
you're not even here, and that makes it easier to ignore you; to love and let you go.
for now, i have to stop myself from falling for you. not another straight boy, ryan.
don't do this again.
you know how it goes, the love and loss and heartbreak in a vicious cycle that seems like it never ends. all the cute ones are straight or miles away.
apparently, sometimes both.
and it sucks. so don't let me do this.
god, i wish you weren't so fucking perfect. you fucking angel with your raven hair and chocolate eyes and your puffy lips that i can't stop imagining the feel of.
and they say perfect takes practice. you do it without even knowing.
YOU ARE READING
there are only 26 letters i can use
Fanfictionryan sends letters that brendon will never see. not until the end, not until ryan's free. you'll see the blossoming and the downfall of the relationship. heartbreak and love mixed into one. ☆short para☆ ☆lowercase intentional☆ ☆tw//sui, sh, ed☆
