Three-Hundred and Sixty Five Days

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know what's wrong with me. And I don't know what to do. I was grasping for something, anything - gasping for air,

d by the tears that had somehow piled in my eyes. They weren't falling, though. I

but you were too far already. "Hello? 911, y

uke. Even when you hurt me, unintentionally or not. You will always be mine. You pause and listen again then you finally hung up. "Sam, baby, it's going to

for me to breathe. Don't you understand? It was so damn har

e we were at the back of the ambulance, people trying to save my life. "Why isn't she breathing normally yet?" You were frustrated on why it wasn't working. Why the oxygen mask wasn't som

g everythin

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It was like I was looking up at the sky on a warm spring morning - cuddled up with you o

eling the thinning of air in me. I knew I was a goner from t

I'm trying to stop you from being sad over me, Luke? I wanted to save you from all of this. I told you at the beginning that this wil

ers. My eyes already too heavy for me to force them to open ag

ugh. I wanted to remember awkward Luke, not sad Luke. And so I thought back to every moment we shared together. The laughs, the playful insults, the pi

ove

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ce you get. I never did say it back. Did you know why? Because back then, I wasn't sure if I did feel the same way, but now I am. And here I am, probably dying in front of you and I didn't get the chance to tell you that yes I love you. I never got to argue with

f you want to, I don't mind. Just never fo