.. to define what I feel.
I don't love you.
I am sure of that.
Even now that I could feel the burning desire to die in my mind,
I am sure, I don't love you.
But I have feelings for you.
That kind of warmth feeling that even when I lose my final breath,
and someone would wonder, "whose life flash in her eyes before she died?"
I would open my eyes,
come back to life,
and live,
Just so they could hear even in whisper,
the name of an Angel.
—SDMP
