As my life force begins to drain from my body my mind races. I wonder If everyone knows how much I love them. I wonder if everyone I hurt knows I'm sorry. I wonder who will attend my funeral. I wonder if he will be there mourning me, missing me. I wonder if he still thinks of me. I wonder if he still cares. I think of how I used to love him. How I still love him. I wish he still felt something towards me. Something like he used to feel for me.
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