I have tried to hang in there as long as I could. Waited and waited for the only thing that could save me. But she (and them) chose to let me be. She didn’t find it in her heart to save the man that used to be her entire world. The man who did everything for her (and them) for 5 1/2 years. No, that must have never happened. Our relationship must have never existed. I, therefore, never existed.
It must be a heavy burden to carry. Being the one thing that can save a human life. And yet, when faced with the same choice in the past, you chose to save me. Again and again. Maybe you did it because you didn’t really know how dangerously close you were to losing me forever.
Yet now that you know, you are choosing to allow me to die. You know that I won’t make it. You know that without you I have no chance. Any little tiny part of you would be enough to save me. Even if it was out of pity. Even if it was fake. Even the slightest of gestures could have saved me. Maybe not forever, but at least until later.
But your choice is perfectly clear. You choose your perfect little life and your convenience over saving me. Over saving a human life. And more importantly the life of the man who once was your one and only love. The man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. The man you said saved your own life when he was faced with the same choice. He chose you over everything else.
As I get ready to exit, I just want to say that I forgive you. While I don’t understand (or agree) with your decision, I still have nothing in my heart for you (and the kids) other than love. Pure, unconditional love. For eternity. Please take good care of yourself and the kids. And maybe one day you will shed a tear for your fallen ex-fiancé. The man that loved you with his entire heart.
I love you all very much. The end of the road. So long.