One day, I recieved an e-mail from her, asking me if I had told my parents that we had broken up and if I had, why they would care about her, and if not, why I hadn't told them. No, I've never told my parents. Our dream lived on inside me and I believed in it; as if it had been a religion. I felt that if I'd tell my parents, the truth and the obvious, would come out stronger: We were not together. My parents are curious and caring people. They care about my friends and are excited to meet Rae. They believe in what I believe. I believe in Rae.