 I cried for so hard and so long that I forgot how to stop crying. Yeah, there was some before you. Of course there was. But before you, I never felt anything so real the way you hugged me. It made me feel whole. Every time I felt bad, every time I felt sad, you would put your hand against my cheek. You would tell me to be okay. Tell me to be for a reason. Be for a purpose. But now, I don't see any fucking purpose. I was supposed to be there for you. I was supposed to be there. I was supposed to take the darkness and put it on me. I was supposed to be the depressed one, fuck. But I wasn't there. I wasn't there when I should have been. I guess what I'm trying to say is...