Yet again, I find myself writing out paragraphs and then deleting every word. You know I'd never lie to you. I don't do gratuitous compliments. It's not to be polite. It's not because I'm biased. You're fucking wonderful. At least believe that I mean it with all my heart.
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I'm not unhappy about not going to prom. Sitting with you three in that theater made my night better than any amount of make up or pictures would. You make me smile, friends.
This decision was made in my head months ago. I'm just glad we could work it out. No hard feelings. I get my last horns down and some real creases in my shoes. Honestly, I'm relieved.
I want to know who you grow into.
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