Everything that lives dies. And I am no exception.
They think they understand what it means to be hurt. What is means to be so miserable that you want to claw out your heart and throw it away. What it means to love someone so much you can't live without them, even when they can live without you. But they don't.
Time passes, and I see them age with me, see them be hurt and start over, and endless cycle until, at one point, they find someone to spend the rest of their lives with, someone who hurts them, but also someone who is in pain when he does.
I see them live their lives around me, passing by as I sit on the sidewalk where He once walked, or as I visit the white house they once inhabited. I see them grow up to become proud adults, with beautiful children, and I smile sadly.
Oddly enough, what was once an enemy, is now a dear, dear friend. Time was once the very thing I so desired would not exist, but now, all I wish is for it to speed up, and take me with it. Using time, I can see what they're not. The passing of seasons, years, decades, even, gets me through my life. It shows me that not everything I know revolves around them, it shows me that eventually, I will rest forever, and not cry for lost hope.
As I look around the room he once lived in, the room they never ate in, the room he never slept in, I smile sadly to myself and lay down on the floor, lost memories coming back to me in my last moments.
Everything lives must die, and now, I am happy to be part of that. What was once a fear of mine, is now my dearest wish.
I close my eyes and imaging their faces. My own, wrinkled with age and depression, becomes lighter, happier, with a love so deep that nothing could surpass it.
Behind my closed eyes, I send a prayer, not for myself, but for the family I was once a part of, and for the people that will always be a part of me, into eternity.
I have long since forgiven them, and with age came the freedom of mind, leaving only vague memories. But my heart, beating strongly for so many years despite my will, my want, even, for it to give, could never forget the feeling it once held, and an empty hole will always be present inside of it, wishing desperately to be filled by love once again.
I send out a prayer for them to live happily, to never think of me again. A small smile curves my old lips as I take my last breath, freedom settling into my body.
''I love you,'' I murmur with every ounce of strength my body still possesses, and with that, I leave the earth forever, an eternity of blissful obliviousness waiting for me at last.
I haven't really got anything to say. Please review, and I don't own anything. That was everything standard.
Love,
SFTR