deegaynolds:

no offense but don’t call yourself repressed unless you’re in your 40s and you’ve been in love with the same person since high school and after graduating from college you decide to come back home to him and open a bar together and along the way you try to find human connection through short-lived hookups but no one can fill the gaping hole in your heart and then he comes out as gay and you realize you can’t hide your feelings for him anymore so you run away and convince yourself you’d be happy with a family of strangers but you can’t stay away for long so you return and your heart aches for him even more after you reunite so you hide yourself behind a mask of “i hate you”s and “don’t touch me”s and it’s been twenty-five years and you still haven’t told him how much he means to you and at this rate you’re not sure you ever will