Aw, come on now. If Sam was here, I’d make him sing that shitty Phil Collins song for you. We’re all still here, y’know? So don’t miss us, because we’ll all be here with you fuckers, in your hearts, I guess.
I dunno, I kinda wish I had someone love me as much as you and Sam love each other... I know that sounds really stupid, but.
That doesn’t sound stupid, and if anyone ever says it does, fuck them, because who are they to tell you your feelings are stupid?
Anyway, it’s some natural human whatever-the-fuck to want to be loved like that. It sucks to see your friends start coupling up around you, I know it does. It sucks when they try and invite you out to shit too, and they’re sucking face and you’re trying to pretend you’re texting and you can’t see. Being a third-wheel (a reluctant one or not) blows so hard.
Okay, I went off topic. People always want to be loved, because yeah, being loved is awesome. But there’s no doubt in my mind that you’ll be loved, and I know jack shit about you. I believe in that super cheesy shit, that everyone has a soulmate, or some red string attached to your fucking pinky or whatever. One day, you’re gonna to wake up, and you’re gonna find some lucky fuck who’ll love the shit out of you. And if he or she doesn’t? Well, just send me a message and we’ll sort that out.
That red string’ll be tangled, but never really broken, so you’re set, kiddo.