Today, I place the last of the secret love letters, shakily written but with a positive message. We have all the time in the world.
Today, I woke up thinking of all my dead friends. I am angry at them for not saying goodbye. I am not connected.
I never want to write a last will and testament, I’m afraid people will think I’m thinking about the rope again. I don’t want them to feel like they should be angry at me for not saying goodbye yet.
Today, I will hug you forever, with all the time I have left.