a last time confession

This is my last time writing this to someone because I’m ending myself. Nothing seems worth living for except a few things, which are not yet here with me. What are those things? Having my first child. Having my first relationship. Drinking coconut juice, very refreshing. Anyways, here is my pouring out thoughts of you: I still think about you every day. I’m quite sure it’s not the same for you. But I wouldn’t know. Though you could say I’m still in love with you, I don’t consider I am, in fact, I feel I’m near over you. ‘We loved with a love that was greater than love’ or so we thought. You once made me very happy, enough to push away my depression. Over a year ago, that 2013 September, I was suicidal at your absence from my life. That was also the last I saw you. Maybe I’ll see you again, depends if I live. I don’t want it to be, but it’s true, us not being together brings me my biggest regret.