*really old writing*
"You'll fall to death from a one foot distance from the treehouse, love." - p much explains the level of cliché
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Frank and Gerard love each other, but can they admit to it?
Frank loves Gerard to the point where he can't take it anymore, and goes to recollect his thoughts in a place where no one could find him.
Or so he thinks.
I was still in love with him, but he was getting married. I thought he loved me though. Well, I guess I was wrong. Years have passed since we were close and my feelings have never changed or subsided. They were always there and always will be. I’m afraid you’re making the wrong decision, marrying this girl you only think you love, and I think you truly love me with all your heart. You play with my heart while engaged to this woman, and I believe everything you do. Everything you say. I believe everything about you. I never say you've lied to me, but this time you might have. You don’t seem to love me anymore. But after all this time, I’m still into you. I still love you, Gerard. Sincerely, Frank Iero. THIS STORY IS COMPLETE