"Dear Murdoc, It's me. Stewart. Well, 2D. Don't know how to go about this all, But. I love you, I love you so much that it hurts, you hurt, me. I must be crazy to be in love with you, is what you might be thinking. If you ever find this I bet you'd just hit me, or yell at me. But I don't fucking care." 2D sighed, his raven black eyes filling to the brim with tears. How could he be writing this for such a monster? a self centered, uncaring, stinky monster. The blue haired male found himself clutching at the black shirt that covered his chest. pulling at the fabric nervously. he chewed at his thin, cracked bottom lip as he continued to write. "You beat me, and yell at me, you make me feel like utter shit. But I still seem to find myself melting in your touch and gaze. you make me feel sick, yet at the thought of you I get all flustered and nervous, my heart pounds out of my chest just hearing your god forsaken voice. My feelings get all topsy turvy when I think of you. I shouldn't feel this way for you, the one who's ruined my life, and destroyed my relationship with paula. But I do, I'm here head over heels for a stinky bassist. " . . .