So, Blue, I might not know your name
or what you look like, but I know who you are. I know you’re funny
and thoughtful. That you choose
your words carefully and that they’re
always perfect. And I know that you’ve been
pretending for so long, it’s hard to believe
you can stop. I get it. Like I told you
at the very beginning, I’m just like you. So, Blue, after the play,
Friday at 10:00, you know where I’ll be. No pressure for you to
show up, but I hope you do. Because you deserve
a great love story too. Love, Simon.