I’m sorry if I confused you. When you asked if I was was gay, you neglected to consider the possibility I could like boys as well. In fact, you completely misunderstood me, because not only do I like boys, I like you. I like you a lot. And now I don’t exactly know how to tell you this, for you assume I couldn’t.

Furthermore, you are an asshole. You know damned well what I mean, but you would rather avoid it. what the fuck ever. Douche bag. I’m even more turned on now. I’m over trying to get a guy. I just wanna get fucked. I wanna feel something. I miss having that connection with someone.

Thank you for loving me. Thank you for caring when know one else seemed to. Thank for holding strong when our world collapsed. Thank you for the sacrifices you have made to raise me right. Thank you for giving me life. Thank you for allowing me to know such a wonderful woman. Thank you for being my best friend. Thank you for never giving up on me. Thank you for pushing me. Thank you for being such an inspiration. Thank you for letting me believe I could be anything I wanted. Thank you for believing in me. I wouldn’t be the person I am without you. Thank you for being beautiful, inside and out.

I love you, Mom.

Your green eyes, they shine brighter than the night stars, elumitating the world. When you smile, my heart sinks. The joy that you radiate knows no sadness. I know I can never have you, but just in that second I will be here with you. And when you’re broken I want to mend you, even though I cannot. I could not imagine going a day without seeing your face, although I’ll never see it again. In a different world, with different circumstances, if we had another chance, we could have been more.

You radiate more than uranium.