Gallagher,

You're stupid. You really fucked up this time. There aren't enough words in the whole fucking world to describe how much of a fucking dumbass you are. Everybody here is freaking out because of the shit you pulled, and they think it's my fault. I'm not telling your family where you are, you can tell them yourself

. It was a dumb ass fucking move doing what you did. If you wanted your ass shot off why not stay in the fucking neighborhood? You should come back. Your family wants you too, just come back alright.

I don't know what else to say, I seriously have no fucking clue why the fuck I'm even writing you. This is your fault; I just needed you to know so you get your family off my back. If you were here, I would kick the shit out of you for being so fucking stupid.

Anyways, my dad will be home soon, I don't want him to walk in on me writing this. Don't be stupid and get your ass shot off or blown up.

Mick,

Let's be clear, I really don't give a flying fuck about what your father thinks anymore. I won't let him control my life like he's controlling yours.

Another thing- Cut the bullshit; we both know you don't give a shit about my family. I'm here and I'm staying. You of all people should know why. You're the one who taught me that shooting shit takes the mind off things, and that's what I'm doing.

I must admit though, I'm both happy and angry to hear from you. I know this is your own fucked up way of telling me that you do care, but everything still reminds me that I should have never hooked up with you that first time, and I sure as hell shouldn't have repeated it for over 2 years.

I think I've waited for you long enough, but what I should have done was realize that this whole thing between us was doomed from the start.

I'm not afraid of your father; let him know there's nothing else he could possibly take away. Let the whole neighborhood on the south-side know that Ian Gallagher is a faggot. I have no shame in who I am, and who I choose to fuck. I was in the closet for 15 years, and I'm never go back in there.

I am happy you wrote, but maybe you shouldn't do it again. Get on with your life- cause I'm getting on with mine.

-Ian.

Gallagher,

Jesus fucking Christ Gallagher, Do you have a fucking death wish or something? You must think you're bulletproof or you just lack common sense.

You don't know anything about my father and what he's capable of doing. Stop acting like this shit isn't serious, you knew the minute we fucked that this had to keep this quiet and now my whole family knows. You have no idea what I have to go through to keep my head above water. You need to grow the fuck up and stop living in your fantasy world.

My family isn't like yours; we're not the fucking Brady Bunch. You think I had a choice in any of this? Stop being Naïve and start reading between the lines. As much as you want to hold hands and skip down the street like a couple of fairies, not everyone can. I shouldn't blurt out my fucking feelings, you should just know.

If it makes you feel any better than yes- I fucking love you. That's what you wanted to hear right? Okay so I said it, now what? You're gonna come back and we're gonna have a happily ever after…. Didn't think so.

I wish you weren't so fucking stubborn to notice that everything I've been doing lately is to keep you safe you ungrateful prick. I still think you're fucking stupid for leaving- but you're a lot safer there than you are here. Just don't get shot.

Mick,

I know that your father is a sociopath, and I know he's a fucking prick. I didn't come here to hide away from your dad; I came here to hide away from you. I never wanted to hold hands and look for shooting stars with you. What I wanted was for you to be okay with being with me, which you never were.

How am I being the naïve one? I know what I want, and who I wanted. I didn't expect you to come out, and I didn't expect your family to take this lightly. I know what neighborhood I'm from, and I know that nothing is or ever will be perfect. But I also know that all the fucked up things about the both of us, made us perfect for each other.

I can almost see your face right now scoffing at the last remark for how "gay" it sounded. But I got some news for you Mick- you are GAY! You didn't ever have to admit it to anyone else but you couldn't even admit it to me. Your father has you wrapped so tightly around his finger it's sickening, and you don't even see it. You can't even say "I love you" without throwing in some sort of insult. Perhaps I'm an ungrateful prick, but you're a fucking coward.

I don't have a death wish, I'm just not afraid of death or your father. I have nothing to lose because there is nothing else your father can take from me.

I didn't expect much from you admitting that you love me. I just needed to hear you say it. It's a little too late now, but I'm still glad you did.

-Ian.