Chico, you're growing up to be a handsome gentleman. And the romantic that you are, I'm sure you'll be able to love a person with all your heart. Give your heart to it, but not to their keeping. Chico, I need you to know that no relationship is a powerplay. You're not the center of the universe and neither are they. You're no sun, nor they earth. Rather, think of each other as binary stars revolving around a common center. A center that you both believe in. You have to be their doorman, and they yours. You don't always have to open your doors for each other. They can always knock. But, more importantly, knock even when the door's open. Consent is all about that. Knocking has lost its relevance these days. They had Knock Knock jokes back then. Now, knocking's a joke. Before you pour out all of you, it's important to find out if they can take all of it. Also, the best of you is not all of you. Nor theirs. So when they let you peep through their window, remember that's not the same as walking through their door. The windows might show their wavy hair, but the doors might expose the scars on their legs. Embrace them both alike. Embrace yourself just as much too, Chico. #letterstochico Love is not binary colours, but binary stars.
