I feel cruel.
I hope you don't find love.
At least not while I don't have it.
I hope you realize letting me go was the inanest thing you will ever do.
You keep looking for relationships with the same type of people who haven't been able to give it to you in the past, and they will never be able to give it to you in the future.
I hope if you ever realize this, you never come back to try to revive love in me.
You weren't invited to the funeral.
I couldn't afford the medical bills of housing this hope that a couple more months on this ventilator would bring us back to life.
I'd taken my wishes for your return off life support.
It's been months since we've flatlined.