Jesus christ, Stan. You know I cried every night after older Richie told me about our future? And it wasn't for me. It was for you. I could never hate you or be upset with you, Stan. I've just been mad at myself and not handling it well. I'm sorry for making you feel like I don't love you so much, because I do. We wouldn't be anything without you either.
If you ever need to see me when those memories bother you, please text or something. You know I'd show up in a second.
Also where are you? I wanna cuddle or be close right now if cuddling is off the table.