They all say you never know how long you've got, but I do. I've got 167 hours, 25 minutes and 38 seconds to live my life. But that's okay, because I can live it with you. That's better than anything.
That exactly what I said approximately 158 hours ago. And now the clock's slowing, time is running out, because the batteries are dying. And I am those batteries in that very clock.
You're probably wondering why I'm writing this, well, written this, but it's for you, so you understand. It was never your fault, and I'm glad we got things straight(ish) before I left you. I didn't want to leave you, but isn't it always the way?
The way things always were. It was almost as if the universe was waiting for the moment, and damn, it couldn't have picked any better.
I love you. I told you that, told you and held you close to me, because I didn't want to let you go. But dying with you by my side? There is no doubt that this was better than living without you, you made me who I am. Who I were. I'm not gone if you don't forget, you do know that, don't you?
I don't want you to cry, please, please don't cry. I couldn't bear it if you did, but I'll know you probably will when you read this because… I don't think I need to say why. I think we both know well.
As for Kenzie? Wow, he's really something, isn't he? He's going to be just like you when he grows up, you know, I can tell by his eyes. There's so much hope there, and I know he'll keep you going. He'll keep you going just like you kept me going. Just as my life is ending, his is just beginning. Perhaps this was always meant to be…
I think I'm going to go sleep soon, and I really have no idea how long it's going to be for this time. I know I'll wake up from it, it's just one of those feelings, if you know what I mean?
My time's not up quite yet, but I know I'm going to fight for every last second, and the last thing I want to see is those deep, storm-tossed eyes of yours and my beautiful new-born son. I need to hear your voice, that melodic song of yours bid me farewell, and I know that we already understand what we always meant to each other. We were never just companions and friends, were we?
I can't fight for much longer, though. I know that you'll be here soon, for the final hours, and that is what keeps me going.
I love you, my dear Doctor, I always have done and always will. Be the best like you are, be the brilliance that keeps the universe turning. Be the loving father I know you'll be.
Until the raven sings it last as we did on that summer's day,
Belle Kish(ikolm!)