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Dear Diary,

Pain.

It's all I feel right now.

The minute she had disclosed about her conditions, her secret, and the time that had been left with her, I'd seen nothing but the perfect solution for all our problems.

I'd proposed my death to her so that we could reunite wherever in the afterlife, finally being freed from all worldly discomforts and obstructions.

She had opposed it.

She asked me to live on, find someone who'll stay by my side for the longest of time, taking care of me, loving me.

I had opposed it.

There can never be a life, if it's without her.

She had said that she still had a few years yet in earth. Approximately five.
And then, she'd have to return back to Him.

I asked her to marry me.

I asked her to marry me and live with me for the rest of her time on earth.

She had agreed, though she wasn't loving the idea of leaving me behind after that type of connection. After a relationship as sacred as marriage.

We married today, and today was the day that she had moved in with me.

She is asleep in my bed right now. I made sure to cover her with the quilt till her ears.

Say, it's been a few days since I'd last written in you, right?

I'm sorry, but now that I'm thinking about the future, I'd like to spend every single minute in her presence, till she vanishes from my arms completely. I don't want to think of the cons of this, I just want to—live, for as long as I can.

I'd be living, yet absolutely dead, the day she'd leave me.

I won't be writing in you frequently now, but I am not going to forget you. I'll store you as one of my greatest treasures.

So, sleep, my diary, till the next time my ink meets your white.

Aishite imasu ___ <3

~Jk

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