My dear Simon,

When I met you,

I couldn’t help but notice how strange those glasses looked on you,

how peculiar your hairstyle was,

and how beautiful all the chains and bracelets you used to wear looked on you.

When I met you,

I never thought you’d be interested in me—

much less that I’d become obsessed with the way you smiled at me.

When I met you,

time stopped,

and I think that’s what captivated me.

When I met you,

I didn’t know that one day I wouldn’t be able to live without you.

That breathing without you by my side would make everything feel heavier.

When I met you,

I wasted time judging you and closing myself off.

I should have opened up to you

to finally be honest with myself.

When I met you,

deep inside I knew—yes.

That if you hadn’t walked through that door, I wouldn’t be here.

And if you hadn’t spoken to me, things wouldn’t have ended like this.

When I met you,

I never imagined all the blame would be mine,

and that instead of growing tired of me,

you’d fall for me so deeply, it would consume you.

When I met you,

I wasn’t ready to love,

to be loved,

or to be left behind.

But now that I am…

Please, come back.

. . .

- It’s too late - I heard from behind as I placed the perfectly made letter on the coffin.

I sighed and closed my eyes, feeling tired.

- He has always been patient. -

I said as I calmly started checking my pocket, looking for my final gift.

- He was, Maria… - I stopped just for a second as I heard my name from the other woman’s mouth. But I quickly continued my search- And you know very well this was your—

I didn’t heard the last word, it’s difficult to hear when you shoot yourself at an almost empty graveyard.

And even now that I’m not in that plane anymore I think I can figure out what she said, she wasn’t wrong.

It was all my fault. Forgive, Simon.