Bab 631: Something felt strange last night.

[Dear Me,

This is PROBABLY the last time you will hear from me. Sucks. Well, I don't have anything else to say. You and I… we will never be better. We'll never get better. It'll always be like this. I'll always be here within you, lingering, waiting for the moment to come out.

But I don't want to come out.

I've seen my life, and it's better with just one of us in it. Now that I say this, it sounds a little strange, doesn't it? Anyway, I did pat you on the back. Good job, me. Congratulations on being happy, on this second life, and on being you.

Promise me that in this life, you'll live a long life filled with happy memories with all the people who mattered and those who cared about you. I'm writing this because… you know why. I don't want to be sentimental anymore. I've had a good life, a life I would never complain about.

Cherish it.