Boy where do I even begin, since the day I heard the first note of weezer, I was in a trance, it was as if Rivers himself was making love to my ears. I have been to every weezer concert, have all their music saved on my iPod, record player, my car, I have all their cd’s and I don’t even have a CD player, I just want to have them. I have bought a weezer body pillow, made fan fictions of rivers and I, as well as read every single weezer fanfic. I have multiple weezer body pillows each a different member of weezer from the blue album cover. My closet is a shrine to my one and only weezer and a custom made weezer d**do (I don’t use it) every time I hear a weezer song, I begin to tear up, from nothing but pure joy. Every night befit I go to bed I listen to weezer and when I dream, I can still hear it. when I learned that rivers was sick, I cried for hours, praying that my little honey bun would be ok. All the pain that weezer feels, I feel too, and every time weezer is sad, I am sad, and when weezer is at its lowest, I am too, Dear weezer, I love you ❤️
