Who can say?

 Maybe I will survive another year at least, who knows if I will? When I held her last it felt that I wouldn't see her again, that I wouldn't be here. And she felt something too, because she wallowed for second after that. I couldn't say it out loud. I still wanted to realise some dreams of mine, any if only one, please. I loved them so much, I hope they know it, at least, and may always feel it. Just thought now: I'm sorry to go but mostly I feel like I was long over due.

I still wanted us, for real, in all truth and sincerity, as transparent as clear water.