Just because she likes the same bizzaro crap you do doesn't mean she's your soul mate.yes I know that it's crazy odds I hope that blowing ourselves up works but it's really irrelevant to me as long as I'm with you and if it kills us well then I'd rather die with you than live in this world without you!you might not even notice straight away, it'll be that faint. And then you'll catch yourself thinking about something or someone who has no connection with the past. Someone who's only yours. And you'll realize... that this is where your life is.I want you to know how proud I am of all of you. You've all become the most beautiful dancers.People are not supposed to live like this! They can't tell you who to want. They can't give you some letter and tell you where you fit. You're supposed to want things. You're supposed to choose. You're supposed to want things and not get them and fuck everything up!But here's the thing about the truth: You can't control how people will react to it. All you can do is be honest with the people you love. The rest is up to them. Whatever happens, you'll always have me.Look, this might be where I live, but this is not a reflection of who I am. The way your mom sees you is not a reflection of you. You are already the best version of yourself. You're smart. You're funny. You're beautiful. And for the record, I know what beauty looks like.I, I know you want me to be this, like, guru who has all the answers, but the truth is, I don't. And I didn't want to push you too hard, or tell you the wrong thing. Or make your life any harder than it already was. And look, like you said in your first message, we're not the same.Victor, it breaks my heart to hear you talk about yourself like that. You're perfect. And that part of you that you wish you could cut out, that's the part that makes you... you.Hey, Victor. I know you really like Mia, and you've been trying to figure out if you're attracted to her. It sounds like tonight, you realized that you're not, and that's okay. But maybe it's time for you to really figure out what you want before someone gets hurt.I'm not gonna tell them not to be
who they are if that bothers you. That's your problem. Not theirs, and not mine.because, um..., I don't, I don't want to admit that I... wasn't enough to make her stay. Lying doesn't hurt as much. 
