Probably Not
I had to write about it or it'd drive me crazy... we've been talking about it in Civics...
Dear my love, I know you'll be the one to find me. I'm not sorry for doing this, though perhaps for not telling you. But I knew you would not approve. My love, I'm tired... I'm dying anyway... or I was... I had six months to live, sweetie, I was bedridden. I didn't want to be a burden. I didn't want to lose all my dignity. I didn't want you to see me suffering. I was tired, my special one. I hope, even if you do not appro...
