Letter To Stuart

. I need someone in my life who cares if I die. Someone who wants to hear from me, who wants to do things with me. That does worry about me, sometimes. That sometimes thinks “Oh, I should tell Arletta that.” and, sometimes, does tell me that.

Someone that sees me as a person, who can forgive my faults.. even if they have to cuss and scream about them first lol Someone who accepts me for who I am, even if I, sometimes, change a little. Or a lot.

Someone who trusts me enough to tell me what they need, or demand what they desire. Someone where I am in their life, by choice – where they would actually seek out my company, not just accept it because I’m the one that happens to be nearby.