My love... I am sorry, I have been drinking again... I daydream about being sick... and meeting you... but all I ever wanted to do was get old with you. I hate how people in this life... fight for nothing... I know it is all an experience... almost a game... but are we that stupid when we are here... do we think that we can do as we want... while we are free... is the contrast killing us? Not only can the devil may deals for the fate of our souls... I came her for her... I know the hardships... I know it is free will... but it is hard to fight on for her... I must not give up... I love you... I want you in my arms again... to place my head on your lap and stare at the sun... in my garden... it occurs to me the pain you feel... must be greater to mine... I am sorry for falling so short at times.