"Dear Connor, We find each other in the margins we create, under streetlights and on street corners, the spaces we forge together become sacred and safe, our very own microcosm. We can indulge in this feeling even though we've been taught not to. When we hold hands, and we kiss, and we dance, this is our chosen family. Yours truly, The fool who fell for you" (slightly based on a true story, please don't steal my work.)