Dear Eleanor, its me, your best friend. You know most about me. That I'm bi, and a demigirl. That my family is crazy and I'm super religiously confused. That I can't control my emotions. One thing you don't know about me: I love you. That's right, its true. I'm in fucking love with you. And its terrible and heartbreaking and exciting and joyful all at the same time. I wish it could work but it wouldn't. We're both closeted, my family is really homophobic, you're aromantic, ect. I really want to tell you but I can't because I'm scared to hear the cold, hard truth that is that you don't love me back.