Dear Phil,

I don't have much time. As I write this, we're both getting prepared to say our goodbyes. In fact, you're standing in front of me. Watching. Waiting. Wondering what the hell I'm doing, probably. But I guess you'll get it, soon enough.

I just wanted to say hello. This is our story. Mine, mostly, because I know I've had a bit of trouble being too open about it (that was our first fight, remember? It feels like so long ago. That night, every night, it all just sort of faded into one long happy wonderful mess for me. But at least I experienced it at all), for which I am sorry. If we had more time, I would explain it to you myself. Instead, I give you these.

I love you, Phil. I really truly deeply forever do. Life wasn't life before you, because I wasn't there to live it. Now...now I've stopped Fading. I don't even know if I can, anymore. I don't want to try.

Because of you, I want to live.

I love you.

Dan.

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