It took me twenty-three years to know that lies are not good for me. Being honest would be better to me. But it was too late. I always wanted to marry my best friend, but it was impossible. You always ignored my adoring views. Every damn time. Didn't you really see them? 

On an evening in the middle of November I drove to you. My car was almost dead, but I wanted to speak to you. One Last Time. It was snowy. Luckily she wasn't there. I had tears in my eyes, when you opened the door. We weren't very close anymore. So you didn't know what to do. You just stared at me - like you stared to a monster.

You didn't ask a question. Maybe you couldn't, because immidentaly I ran and kissed you on your soft lips. I always wanted to feel them on mine. Then you pushed me away from you. You were so shocked. I knew that would happen but it kinda broken my heart.

But that was enough for me. After all, I saw a last time in your brown eyes and then I ran away. You would probably follow me in my dreams. But you didn't. You left me in the darkness.

A few hours later blood poured out of my body. That was my end. But I smiled. I just wanted to feel the love to you. That's everything I always wanted.

I died a couple of minutes later. So good bye!

But it wasn't your fault.

Be happy.