8-15-16

Dear Angelica Boyette. Hi there. By the time you're reading this, you probably know that I'm ***. Actually, you most definitely know, considering I came out to you nearly 6 years ago through another FutureMe letter you got in 2019. Maybe I even came out earlier than that. Anyways, down to the basics. Right now, I'm 13 years old. I'm going to go into my freshman year of high school at South Plantation High School. By the time you're reading this, I might have even graduated university at NYU, where we'll obviously be sharing an apartment and enjoying watching eachother's various ****** endeavours. Speaking of ****** endeavours, I hope I'm not a virgin by now. If I am, slap me in the face and tell me to download Grindr (Don't ask. If they don't have it, just tell me to donwload a *** hookup app! I'll probably know one right away.) Actually, I might be saving myself for marriage, which is cute but eh. Actually, maybe I'm even married by now. Who knows! Anywhales, like I said, I'm ***. You've known that for at least 6 years, maybe even longer. I do dearly hope you got into the college of your dreams, even if we aren't rooming in New York. I know we probably haven't seen eachother in a while if we haven't gone to the same uni, but that's okay. I hope we're still talking regularly and still in touch, and that I'm at least midly attractive. I hope I have a boyfriend, I hope he's cute, I hope he has a big ****, or, a nice ***, depending on if I'm a top or a bottom (Although in reality, I doubt my poor *** could take a big ****.) I've sent nudes before (Don't ask... Please, don't ask. Or, do, you know. I might not even remember! And if i do, good lord, get ready to baptize me because I was a naughty little boy.) Like I said before, I hope I have a boyfriend. I hope I'm happy. If I'm suffering from a break-up, ***** slap me and tell me to either a) be happy with the single life and invite me out to eat 5 pounds of icecream or b) get a new man. I've had a pretty massive crush on Dylan Bosse, actually, huge crush. It's difficult because, well, I'm closeted. And because he's straight. Well, maybe not! You never know. I often dream of what it would be like to be in a cute *** movie relationship with Dylan Bosse, but that's beside the point. Anyways, how are you? I've really rambled on enough about myself, and haven't really asked about you. Like I said, I hope we're still in touch (And I hope we roomed in New York, if that's what you want!) I hope, if it happened, that you caught me having *** so you could laugh about it and never let me live it down. I hope you are happy if you are in a relationship, maybe even married, and if not, I hope you're happy being single. I wonder if you might even have kids by now.. hm. I want to thank you for being such a fantastic friend. There's no one quite as quirky or savvy like you in the world, Jelly. You're the best, truly. Thank you for all the amazing times that we shared, and despite whatever happened by the point you're reading this, know that I appreciate you so much and will always enjoy a call now and then from you. So to recap- *I'm *** *I'm 13 and going to be a freshman (OH I HOPE I GOT INTO YEARBOOK) *I have a massive crush on Dylan Bosse. *I love you. Know that always, no matter what has happened between us, good or bad. Like I said, I hope you're doing fantastic. You deserve the best in everything in life. All the love, and all the gayness- Alonso. (PS. Did I dye my hair? Did I ever lose weight? Am I lowkey toned? Was I popular? How did high school go for me? College?? How did it go for you? Where did you move after freshman year? Is it nice there? Did you enjoy it? I hope you made new friends, but none will be a fabulous as me.) (PPS. If, by some, odd, odd, chance, that Dylan Bosse and I ended up together, call me and tell me that I did it, I ******* did it!!! And don't worry, if you and CJ are still together, I'll do the same thing.) (PPSS. If Dylan Bosse [I've misspelt and re-written his last name at least 49 times throughout the course of this letter] are not together, who am I with? When did I meet them?) (PPPSS. If I'm not alive, God forbid, hope my funeral was fun. Love you!) Love, Alonso. (PPPSSS. A selfie, for you.)