My god, Sammie, why didn’t you tell me? I mean that’s my initial reaction, but I understand you probably had your reasons. But regarding you and I: Are you kidding? Of course this doesn’t change anything. I want to help you through this. I want to be there for you. I don’t want to just run away. When can we meet?
I think your phone’s off, by the way, because it’s just going to voice mail. But seriously, I’d love to come over and talk about this.
Well, I just spent the whole night researching Niemann-Pick. This is so wild, and I can’t imagine you going through this alone. I would like to help you in any way I can. Obviously, yes, my life is up in the air right now, but I can’t think of just letting you go. Call me when you’re ready.
So on one hand I’m dancing around my room in my underwear screaming HALLELUJAH at the top of my lungs. I just want to fucking ENJOY this because not everything has to make sense. On the other hand, Stuart has known me for two months and is pledging himself to me when he could be enjoying his summer diseased-girlfriend-free, and it doesn’t make a lot of sense.
Either way, he is coming over.