“You’re my hero. I love you.”
Those words mean the world to me—yet I never expected to hear them from you. I never felt I deserved such compassion. I’ve acted selfishly—always chasing something unattainable. If anyone knows, you do. I was (and honestly, I still am) a hothead. I did so many selfish things as I hid behind my reflections, never taking responsibility for my actions. For all that, I’m sorry.
“You opened my heart to the voices around me.”
No, I didn’t. You opened your own heart. You only saw a sliver of who I am. If you knew me—the real me, including all the choices I made before we met—you’d hate me. I know myself better than anyone, and I know I’m a lost cause.
“Thank you… for everything.”
Please, don’t thank me. I hate myself. If anything, I want to thank you. You opened my heart in ways you never noticed. From the moment I set foot in this kingdom, I walked without guidance, drifting from one goal to the next. You became my everything.
…
You’re gone already, aren’t you? I’m such an idiot. It’s too late to tell you, but—
I love you too.
I love you so much, and I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.