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"Looking back, I now realize that I always put my wants and needs before you. You were always there for me when I needed you, but when you needed me, I was nowhere to be found. I now also realize that I took advantage of you, and took every bit of you for granted. Why is it that hindsight is always 20/20, but in the moment, we're completely blind? There are so many ways I would go back and change things, if I could. I would give anything and everything to go back in time and right every wrong I have done to you. I would give my own life if that's what it took. In all fairness. I think the reality has finally set in, that there will never be an 'us' again, and that is all my fault."
John took a deep breath, removed his sunglasses, and wiped an accumulation of tears from his eyes.
"I know I didn't say or show it enough, but I loved you. With every bit of my heart. I wish I could tell you one more time. Show you one more time. Show you what you've always meant to me. I wish I could turn back the hands of time and not turn a deaf ear on your obvious cries for help. I should have been there when you needed me the most. But I wasn't. And now you're-" John paused and swallowed hard. Tears began flowing freely as he pulled his knees to his forehead and began to sob, unable to finish his sentence.
After a few minutes, John pulled himself together and continued. "You didn't deserve this. But I do." John reached into the waistband of his pants and pulled out a high-caliber pistol. "I love you, Punk."
He leaned over and kissed the tombstone of the only man he had ever loved. "Let me show you in death what I never showed you in life."
With that said, John laid on the ground, put the gun to his temple, and pulled the trigger.
~End