Think about the last person you talked to. Now think about the last words you said to them. What if those were the last words you ever said to them? What if something happened and you were never able to talk to them again?
I live in constant fear that the words I say will be the last thing I ever say to you. With your life constantly hanging in the balance, a simple "hey" could be the last thing you ever see from me. I don't want that. I'm so scared that I won't get to say what I want to say.
When you were in a coma, I was a wreck. I was so afraid I would never get to talk to you again. Is that selfish? When you attempted suicide, my heart broke. Such a wonderful person should never have to feel the way that you've felt.
I'm scared to lose you, but I know one day I will. I know I probably haven't really made a difference in your life, but you've made such a difference in mine.
I just want you to know that no matter what my last words to you may be, I love you. I wish life could've treated you better than it did. I'll miss you. Thank you for being so kind and understanding. Thank you for being my friend.
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Thoughts and Feelings
Non-FictionTRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, ANXIETY, ETC. Welcome to my brain on my darkest days and nights. I'm warning you, it's not pretty, so continue at your own risk. This involves questions I find myself asking on a daily basis, rants...
