Ah, so where do we begin? I'm not even sure if I am ready to write anything...
May be the fact that I have accepted death - my death. May be this poem.
On the verge of death,
I finally find,
Happiness...
In the world unkind.
Highlights? To show him the dirtiest parts of our house, to listen to him play my favorite songs on the computer, to give him the gift I wanted to give - lest I die before his next birthday, or our relationship sours or whatever...and largely to enjoy the silence between us rather than the words. Why, I am not even sure anymore about whether I love him. I'm just sure that if I die now I shall die happily. In fact I so want to die...
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