I love you.
I have all along.
No matter how much you've hurt me, I'm still here.
At one point, your childish innocence is what drew me to you.
I loved everything about you.
Your eyes, your melodical voice, the way your curls tangled in my fingers.
I tried to be serious with you, Kyle,
To expect a real relationship.
I wanted it so badly. How very foolish I was.
Over time your childlike state became harder and harder to deal with.
I loved you.
You said you loved me too, then ran off to play with your toys and your friends,
Never once thinking that I needed you.
And I did.
So after a while, I stopped needing you. I kept all my hurts and pains to myself,
refusing to tell you, until the weight of it crushed me underneath, until it forced me to do something i never wanted to.
You were everything to me, Ky. My protector, my love, my pain. My hidden sorrow that I kept hidden.
I was never a priority. I'd ask you to be with my Kyle, and you'd forget and run off to play with Stan.
I asked you to stick up for me, and you wouldn't. You were so under your parent's thumb that even my love wasn't enough.
And so yesterday, I did the unthinkable. I closed my eyes, clenched my fists, and walked away from you.
You hurt me, Kyle. And you didn't even care.
You shot down my every suggestion and concern about your health, then told me I wasn't concerned enough.
Everyone else's opinions were more important to you than mine, and everything else was more important than me.
I kept trying. I tried so hard. I couldn't afford to buy you things, but I constantly made you little presents, little tokens of my love.
It never meant anything to you.
I wasn't allowed to tell you I was in pain. Your problems, your stress, life itself... was more important.
I killed myself for you, Kyle.
Maybe not on the outside, but on the inside I'm dead.
I'm just baiting death now, praying this one will be final.
I'm leaving Kyle.
And I'm never coming back.
I love you.
I have all along.
- Kenny.