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Hi, uh, MJ. You don’t know me, but I… guess I know you? Wait, no, don’t delete this, that sounded way creepier than I meant it to. I’m not being creepy, I swear. I just… my name’s Peter Parker, with the, uh, the coffee, remember?
This is gonna sound insane, and I guess I won’t be there to care if you believe it or not… but… I need you to listen. I just need to know… to feel confident enough to hope that you’ve heard this, or that you will. I just need you to listen, okay? Just that.
So… the universe got all messed up a while back, but nobody remembers. And like, Dr Strange? You might have heard of him? The wizard. From some of the New York battles around the time of the Blip, or like… just a bit before. He had to fix it, the universe I mean, not the Blip. Well… but that’s not, uh… but, um, it meant that things changed.
This is really hard to explain, but… I used to know you. You were one of the people I was probably closest to in like, the whole world. I felt I could be more honest with you than my own aunt, which is crazy, cause she’s… I mean, she was, like, amazing. But… not anymore.
That’s not what I wanted to say. I wanted… I wanted to say I loved you, because I couldn’t before. And that if any of me is left, I’ll miss you. And um… that I’m sorry. For dumping all this on you.
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Hey, um, MJ, right? Yeah, I left you like a really weird voicemail earlier. Probably don’t listen to it. Or if you have, maybe just ignore it? Point is, uh, it was stupid, and I’m not… going, anywhere? Now? So, uh, yeah. Sorry.
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I know you probably don’t care, and listening to this is probably gonna be a massive waste of your time, and there’s no real point… uh… I’m sorry. I just… nobody wants my help anymore. Everyone hates me, and when I try to help, sometimes, even though the person really needs it, they actually tell me to go away!
I just… I hate to bother you, I hate to say all this cause I know it doesn’t mean anything to you and you’re gonna think I’m an idiot or a crazy person or like… a stalker or something, but… I thought that maybe I’d have something left, you know? Like if I could still do good? But it’s like I don’t have that anymore, and that was just the last thing, so… yeah. See you… well, not later, actually. Oh, man. Yeah, sure, see you later. But… never mind.
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I love you. I’m sorry, and it’s not even cause I’m doing, uh, gee. Well. I’m sorry for calling you so many times, and leaving you so many messages. That’s gotta suck. Probably annoying. I’d apologise for… leaving… yeah, I… but… I guess that won’t matter to you now. Not after… the magic thing? So, I wanted to say…
Um, goodbye, is what I wanted to say, but for some reason that got like, stuck in my throat or something? Ha. Well, um. I guess I’m really leaving. I thought I wasn’t gonna, but… I think I will now. And I said it, but… I’m sorry, MJ.
Yeah.