Too Early, Too Late

her.

I remember the first time I saw him. It was as if the clouds parted, and a ray of sunshine pierced through the darkness of my world. He was my beacon of hope, my reason to smile amidst the suffocating grip of depression. But little did I know, his love would come too late to save me.

Every day felt like a battle against the relentless waves of despair crashing against the shores of my soul. And yet, in his presence, I found solace. His laughter was like a lifeline, pulling me back from the brink of oblivion. But as much as I longed to tell him how I felt, the weight of my own darkness held me back, suffocating any words before they could escape my lips.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, each passing moment a reminder of the gaping void within me that his love could never seem to fill. I watched from afar as he moved through life, oblivious to the turmoil raging within me. And as my demons grew louder, drowning out the faint whispers of hope, I made a decision that would change everything.

In the quiet stillness of the night, I found myself standing on the edge of oblivion, teetering on the precipice between life and death. And as I closed my eyes and let myself fall, I couldn't help but wonder if he would ever know the depth of my love for him, too early for him to understand, too late for him to save me.