Even when I'm repeating them to myself over and over again.
Nothing will stop the tears or the panic.
My very best friend,
the best friend I have ever had in my LIFE,
sick within inches of death in a lonely hospital.
I gave her my Valentine,
my precious teddy bear that I have hugged over and over again
in hopes that she wouldn't be too lonely.
I hope she's hugging him right now.I brought her Buffy and a book,
I brought her love.
But I am so afraid.
What if she never comes back?
I have that stupid Hannah Montana birthday card she gave me,
I have the long and sweet birthday letter that came along with it.
We have countless pictures together.
We have each others secrets.
I would do anything for her.
I would do anything to be in that hospital bed instead of her.
I've put her picture as my phone's wallpaper,
and I've wished on every star, every 11:11 or 12:34 wish.But while all the other problems we got
each other through were fixed by
words and comfort,
this one isn't.
I can talk to her and promise it'll be okay,
and soothe her tears
and hide mine the best I can,
but I can't talk the sickness away.
and I am so scared.
I love you Stevie.
I will not lose you.