Aug 19, 2010 01:24
I'm already dead.
At least that's what he tried to tell you.
Denial is funny.
Because you never really wanted to believe him.
It's as if a religion is dying.
A faith, a hope a path, whatever name you wish to tape to the word
It doesn't matter.
He's letting it all fall apart around him and with that slow deconstruction comes that ever creeping realization that maybe you should have said things differently.
People always say that their lives flash before their eyes but they never get to talk about that last second.
In that last second, all he will remember is the last thing you said to him.
Maybe you should have told him you loved him.