Dear Gray,

Okay I don't know how to simply say this without getting angry. And this took me a while to actually write this down. Like bad enough you aren't looking at my text messages. So I have to do it this way.

What the fuck is going on with you and Wilbur!? Like you're always telling me that I shouldn't worry and things will be fine it's just you two hanging but you're ignoring MY texts. You even texted Alex and Karl but not me!?

You know how much of an idiot I am to be asking them if you called them when I'm your boyfriend? Me. Not Wilbur. Or anyone else. ME.

Like excuse me? You have the audacity to ignore me? But whenever I talk to Dream you wanna " Oh why don't you marry him or the goddamn computer. "

Tell me this. Does Wilbur fucking Soot knows that you are an absolute simp for Physics? Or that you like to look at Babe. Hamlet or Citizen Kane when you're bored? Does he know that you like fog newtons? Does he even eat them? Cause I don't even like them. I only eat them for your sake.

Like I legit went to the library to get you a Shakespeare book. So when you get this fucking letter you better meet me at the library. At our spot. No questions asked. I don't even care what Wilbur says. You. Meet. Me. At. The. Library.

If not then I'm throwing away your books. Anyways I love you so much but don't piss me off meet me there when you get this letter.

~ Love,
George ❤️

-gracemayfield