i fucking can't believe this. i really can't accept this. stephen meant so much to me, he helped me through so much and was always there for me whenever i needed it, his friendship saved my life. anyone who knew him knows what i'm talking about. he was such a genuine person. i have so many regrets for things i didn't say and the fact that i was never able to actually meet him despite knowing him for a few years..
just when i thought he was getting better. last time i talked to him he was telling me about how he was going to be out of the hospital in a week and how excited he was to go see his dogs..... and friends and family... of whom i hope are getting though all of this okay.. he was too young to go, fucking idiot on his fucking bike, with all the minor accidents you got in you'd have thought you'd fucking figure it out but i guess shit happens, don't say i didn't warn you
i love you stephen, i'm sorry things turned out the way they did, i wish i wasn't having to write these words, still hoping this is some fucking sick joke you're playing on all of us, i'm too far in denial and grief. i fucking love you. RIP sweet P.