an end

Last night i thought i was going to die, and all i could think about was that i would never see you again. 

Last night my headache was unbearable, i couldn't think straight. I had never felt such pain, it was so bad i was begging to die. But all i wanted was to see you one last time, to hold your hand, and kiss your lips.

I'm still alive, though I never did see you. I have no idea what to think of that.

I know, and I know you're afraid. So I guess all I can say is goodbye. I do wish you the best, though I really don't know if you care. Or if I really should care myself.