Dear Friend,
I had a surprise on the 29th of November. I was just getting my medicine when my nurse came in and told me to pack my bags. I was very confused until I heard his voice. I looked up and there was Kyle. He was talking to another nurse, who was giving him a bag of my medication. What?! I was surprised they let me go since my relapse.
Well, Kyle asked my mom and got permission to take me to his house for a week! I was so excited. When I woke up this morning beside Kyle, I almost started to cry with happy tears. I love it. We ate pizza last night together while watching Christmas movies. I just hope that this week won't go by too fast.
He kissed me so hard last night and told me, in a whisper, "I love you, chickadee." I love it when he calls me that. I don't ever want to forget it. When I looked in the mirror this morning, I found many hickeys on my shoulders, neck, and my chest. We got a little carried away last night. God I love him.
I used to think he was just my best friend, but...my eyes really opened when he picked me up that night from Clyde's party. I knew he didn't want to get me. Almost any time he had picked me up, he would look at me with anger in his eyes. Except that night, he didn't look pissed, but I guess it didn't help that I was crying.
I had been crying because Wendy broke up with me, again. This time it was for good. She made sure of it. I knew it when I walked into the room and saw her making out with Bebe. I didn't expect it, but when I saw them, which was after we broke up, I immediately left the room. I remembered calling Kyle, running to the bathroom, and throwing up a few times as tears ran down my cheeks. It was embarrassing.
I looked over at Kyle in the car while a tear ran down my cheek. "What? You going to laugh at me this time?" I had asked.
I watched him for a brief second and then he turned to me. "Stan, I can't do this anymore. I know you're drunk, but...I love you. I really do. Watching you get your heart broken is like letting someone press a hot iron stamp into my heart. It burns and hurts...I just hope that you'll remember in the morning..."
I took his hand as Kyle drove me silently to his house.
After that, I never answered or texted Wendy back. In fact, I remembered what Kyle had said. When a few days went by after our conversation, I invited Kyle out to City Wok and we ate together. We told each other jokes until the end where I told him.
"I know I've made many mistakes in the past by letting Wendy break my heart...and I always ran to you to help me get her back when I should have been looking at you. Kyle, when I say this, I mean it. I'm in love with you. Maybe we could start dating; be boyfriends?"
"I'd love to," Kyle said. He reached for my hand and we ended up going to my house right away. We cuddled, made out, and relaxed. I never had felt so alive in my entire life.
I hope that Kyle-
Oh, I gotta go. Kyle's done in the shower, and we're going to a movie at the theater. I'll write later.
With Love,
Stanley Marsh
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Dear Stan Marsh
FanfictionArt by: Burquillos (via tumblr) Edited to become cover by me. Stan Marsh is 19 years old and suffering from depression and self-harm. He has been for a few years now, and it's become too much. Thanks to those around him, he's on the road to recovery...
