Why did you fall to save me?
Did you think that by sacrificing yourself, I would keep living?
Did you consider that maybe with you gone, I'd still have incentive to keep going?
Because without you in my life, I have no feelings, no reason to move on.
Why did you go?
I know you're not dead. You can't be. You'd never just die. Especially without a last
snappy comeback, and last words worth saying.
Not my name. Not that.
Please comeback soon.
Soon.
I can't live without you, I can feel myself slipping. Just like before I met you.
You know that.
So, why?
Why did you fall to save me?
I know I'm repeating myself, and you hate that, but I guess what I'm trying to say, the real thing is-
I miss you.
I miss violin at absurd hours, tables covered in experiments, the fridge full of heads and toes. I miss everything about you.
So please, for me, just,
Hurry home.
Love, John
