Steve was always there for your little group, no matter what.

Max busted her knee skateboarding? Steve had a first-aid kit.

Dustin wanted ice cream? Steve was buying.

Robin had a crush on the new girl at Family Video? Steve was her wingman.

It got exhausting, to be honest. The minute something or someone broke it was always Steve picking up the pieces. He was the babysitter. The golden retriever friend. But he still had this nagging feeling, sitting alone in his house. A feeling that they'd all forget him one day. That he never really mattered.

Having a new girlfriend made the feeling worse. His high school relationship had been a disaster of his own making. But he'd grown, matured. And yet no girl had ever wanted him since. So he was walking on eggshells after meeting you. He scrutinized his every move. Was he good enough? Were you happy? Did he accidentally upset you?

Steve caved on Sunday night, calling you and begging you to come stay with him. He'd been fighting off the heavy weight on his chest all. Day. But after he couldn't stop bawling in the shower, he knew what he wanted. He just hoped you'd be there for him like he was for others.