How to translate the gay word for "love" to a bisexual boy in straight culture by Wei Liang
Tell him the truth.
Tell him not to panic.
Tell him nothing will happen unless you both want it.
Tell him you just want to be around him.
Tell him you hope he doesn’t learn the wrong lessons from this.
Tell him he doesn’t need to learn to freeze you out.
Tell him he did nothing wrong.
Tell him he did not lead you on.
Tell him the ex who sucked out all his self-esteem isn’t here anymore.
Tell him the vast amount of food he swallowed post break-up to hide his pain, did nothing to make him less attractive (to you).
Tell him no amount of beer belly can take away from the brilliance of his smile.
Tell him to make better choices.
Tell him when he’s finally ready to date, he needs to find someone
Who will look at him the way you look at him.
“If she looks at your fat ass and your pudgy face
And she doesn’t have little cartoon hearts shooting out of her eyes
The way I do?
Don’t bother!”
Tell him if she doesn’t laugh at his stupid impressions and his Lord of the Rings voices, to find someone else.
Tell him if her face doesn’t light up when he enters the room, the way yours does?
Stop wasting everyone’s time.
Tell him now he knows what he is capable of attracting, he shouldn’t settle for anything less.
Tell him having someone who looks at him and feels the way you feel, is the bare minimum he should get.
Tell him he deserves someone who sees the best in him, because that’s how we get the best out of ourselves.
Tell him you’d rather he be happy alone or with someone else, than feel trapped with you.
Tell him the truth.
Wei Liang believes in love today, because he is in love today. He believes in love tomorrow, because he is in love today.
He did not believe in love yesterday.
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