You would’ve stayed. Taken care of me. Watched me fade. And it would have taken you with me.
You gave me your whole life. I couldn’t ask for more.
I needed you to live. I needed you to hate me just long enough to walk away.
I’m sorry.
If you’re reading this, it means I got my wish.
You’re still here.
You lived.
I loved you until the end.
—Richard”
I sat there, the words blurring.
I didn’t cry at first. I just breathed.
