The first and the last confession...
„I love you...” this expression slowly… will wither and lose the sweet smell like a rose petal. I discovered how is to smile, to get worried and why no… to be hurt.
It’s weird how I didn’t manage to bind these letters, for me this was a superhuman effort. I tried again “……” again, it didn’t work and it seemed to hurt worse when I saw your face deep in disappointment. I wanted to confess you these sweet words but I couldn’t, simply I couldn’t. I did managed to tell „I” in a hoarse manner quite challenging me a piercing pain in the throat but this didn’t stop me to continue. Sweat droplets fell on my forehead, the effort who suggest me just to close my eyes and forget, but I didn’t want to do this. “Love” just three letters, just three… With the last drop of my power I let the last three letters fill the white hospital room "you". This is how I succeed to pronounce the words “I love you”. Before my eyes close permanently I see your eyes drowned in tears and with a quenched whisper you utter a painful “me too…”
A faint smile put his mark on my lips, tried to make you feel better but both of us knew it will not happen. Your warm for a few seconds remained in me, but she left just as I will leave you ...
A precious thing will never be ever recovered…