[You scan the words a few times, and the whiplash basically punches you in the dick. Sad to BONER to bittersweet. Your heart can’t take this shit, you’re too old. But you write back anyways. This is one of the first big breaks you’ve gotten with him.]

Dear Barry.

God, you little loser. Can I just start this with ‘I love you more than Skittles, or how past-me loved The Marijuana’? Because there, I just did. But, Bar, there’s like… No reason to be scared. I’m a gaggy, gross, kinky little shit and I love you so you can’t get rid of me if you tried. 

But, uh. Fucking hell, Barry, you’ve been holding out on me. I wasn’t even sure you wanted to fuck me. But god, do you make it sound so great. Fuck. What else do you want, baby? I wanna know. I wanna know everything, even if it’s super fucked up to you, because the worst I’ll do is say 'I’m not into that, but I’ll sure as hell do (x).’

I love you too, Bar. 

More than I wanna bang you, or anything, I love you.

–~Danny.