Dear Stan Marsh

Kyle and Stan Entry #2

Dear friend,

I'm...wow...I haven't felt so loved in so long...

The cigarette smoked rolled in waves as Kyle's arm stayed around my shoulders with affection. I shut my eyes to just relive the moment.

Kyle took me out of the facility to give me some air from this crazy letter nonsense. I hadn't received any as of late, but getting out was the perfect way to fix my mind- to clear it.

The ginger dragged me into his bedroom after we rode on his motorcycle with such speed that I swore Kyle was more excited for me to go with him for the weekend. Our mouths clashed against each others, tongues and teeth. Noses bumping noses. My hands threaded into Kyle's hair, curly and red, while his hands went to my hips.

I breathed out Kyle's name just to part for just a split second to take in a breath so I wouldn't have an asthma attack. He leaned down and began to press loving kisses, starting at my jaw. Each kiss that was received, made my heart hammer heavily against my rib cage. The kisses traveled from my jaw all the way to my collar. He pulled away then pressed a kiss to my chest, right where my heart would be.

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Ain't letting that get out oops haha. We're doing fine lately and I've been trying to get him out of that hospital more and more. I know it's probably not the best thing to do for him since he does need the help, but I miss him so badly and who knows what's going on in there? This is South Park after all.

I swear Stan is the last good thing in this town, hell, maybe the world, and im not going to let anyone especially a letter hurt him. I haven't been checking up on his blog lately since it keeps reminding me of reality and what's going on.

God i want this to be over. I want Stan back for good.

-Kyle