I love you, you know who you are. And the thing is. I dont care if i get kicked out any more. I want my parents to know. I am sick of hiding i am sick of running. I want to be out fully in the open. And it seems impossible so. Yeah. When i get back from Jersey i am going to tell them. I miss seeing your face and your smile. Most of all i miss you. The warm looks you give the happy feeling hat flows into my heart. Everytime i see you its like there is a gun shot. An explosion of felling. I want to be with you and i want to be there for you. As a brother or as a boyfriend i dont care. Just listen and understand. I love you. I have tryed to move on. But i cant. So Yeah.