Morning.
8:30 here. Laid in bed. Feeling a little better today, or at this particular second. I will try to get something done before the crying starts again.
I am still here. I keep saying over and over the line you said The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.
Am I sad and in the phase of anger that you are gone? Yes. More than you will ever know. But your pain was greater than mine, and I loved you so much I was willing to let you go (even though I knew there was no way to stop Mr. Logical).
You being at peace and out of pain is more important than my own.
I am just learning how important you were to so many. I wish you knew. You hid your insecurities from the world with your sarcasm and wit, but I saw through it.
I am glad you were able to be your true self with me even if it was for a short time.
I will never know what happened to you, but as you said you are gone. It doesn't matter.
I hope you are at peace. It is not my time. For me, I will keep your memory alive and teach the newbies who Stan was.
Babbling over.
Really Stan? Really?
I just took my first shower since you left and this comes on the radio as I am crying in the shower? Thank You