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Anyone else really disappointed on with the “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” Oscar performance. I only watched the performance and I didn’t like it. Nothing against Megan Thee Stallion, Luis Fonsi, and Becky G(I think they are talented in their own right) but I really wanted the whole cast to be the center of the attention and see the whole song. Having celebrities sing when they don't have a connection to “Encanto” felt really cheap.

Having Shakira, Maluma, and Carlos Vives singing the song would’ve been an okay substitute if the entire cast couldn’t come since they are singers from Colombian and “Encanto” takes place there.

I met you before any of this—before the fame, the flashing cameras, before anyone cared about my name. We were just two people who got each other. You were bold, honest, effortlessly beautiful without trying to be. I think I started falling for you the second you laughed at one of my worst jokes and didn’t look away. We became best friends, the kind of connection that ran deeper than labels. Late-night phone calls, stolen glances, the way we always seemed to find each other in a room full of people—it was all there. But I never said anything. I figured we had time.

Then he came along.

Mark. All surface, no depth, and you fell. Fast. I watched it happen, watched you slip away from me. Maybe I waited too long. Maybe I should’ve told you sooner. But instead, I kept my mouth shut while he made promises he never intended to keep. And you? You gave him everything. Your loyalty. Your body. Your heart. Even when he started breaking it, piece by piece. You stayed with him for six months. I stayed close, watching you lose parts of yourself just trying to hold on to someone who didn’t deserve you. Then I found out he was cheating. I couldn’t keep it in. I told you the truth, knowing it would wreck you.

And it did. You cried the whole night. I held you. Tried to be strong for you. We were lying on your bed, and you looked at me like maybe—just maybe—you saw me for the first time. And then it happened. That night. We crossed a line we couldn’t uncross and I don’t regret a second of it. It wasn’t just sex. It was everything I’d been trying not to say, wrapped in touches and gasps and whispered truths between sheets.

Since then, you’ve kept going back to him—but every time he hurts you, you come back to me. You don’t say it, but I feel it. You’re torn. You’re scared. And I get it. I want to give you everything he can’t. A life where you’re loved and seen. Touched like you matter. Looked at like you’re art. Worshipped in a way that doesn’t break you. You’ve given him your loyalty for far too long.

Now, I’m asking you to give me a chance to show you what love is supposed to feel like.

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Uma: I'm gonna take you out.

Mal: great so it's a date

Uma: no as a threat

Mal: see you at six!