LOVE LETTER.

- w

I still remember how you broke down that day. Everything was going pleasantly, with you in my arms, surrounded by a comfortable silence; but then, you broke down.

'I can't stand this,' you whispered with a wavering voice, trying your absolute best to not let your voice crack. 'I can't stand lying to you anymore.'

At that point, I had known that there was something wrong that went farther than just simply passing out of exhaustion. But I didn't know what was coming next.

'It's not exhaustion, darling...' a tear streamed down your pretty face. 'It's... it's not that simple.'

I remained quiet, letting you confess the truth in my arms.

Truth be told, I was afraid. I was afraid of what would happen next. I was afraid of what would happen to us, of what would happen to you.

'It's complicated,' you had cried and buried your face in my chest. 'But it's going to hurt the both of us,'

I remember telling you that it would be okay, that we'd be just fine in the end, but that was a lie. I remember trying to hold back my tears as you cried in my arms.

'Darling, I... I don't have much longer to live,' your voice had been a mere whisper. 'Baby, I...'

I remember merely shushing you, holding you close to me, afraid that you'd disappear if I let go.

I remember getting a surging feeling of adomania and zenosyne at the same time; I remember feeling that the future was coming too quickly, feeling that time kept on going faster. I remember wishing that I got to spent more happy moments with you.

I remember wishing that we could live with no worries for one more day.

And I remember you talking to me in a hushed voice, whispering soft nothings over and over again.

I miss that.