Today is the third day. 

I only have two more days until death. 

I'm slowly loosing grip of my energy. But I must tell you. 

Here's my third confession. 

With every passing second, every passing minute, ever passing hour, every passing day, you spent more and more time with her. 

We spent less and less time together, until I rarely saw you at all. 

My heart continued to heart. I didn't full understand why. 

I cherished the little moments we had with each other. 

But those moments became more rare. 

The time you spent with her was endless. 

I kept looking forward to spending time with you. 

I kept looking forward to seeing you. 

I kept looking forward to you. 

Your smile. 

I missed your smile. Very much. 

I missed you.