I know, it was my mistake-it was my fault that you spent your life with a man like me. I long for nothing more than to kiss you again, to gaze into your eyes and see your heart melt. I desperately want to believe there's still a chance, that maybe the love we once thought could conquer everything still lingers. But now, I see nothing left to fight for. Would you care if I stopped eating? If I didn't sleep? Would you care that every day, I'm slowly letting myself fade away, all for you?

I need you to know that everything I do is for you, that my attempts to end myself are driven by the hope you'll find happiness again. I want you to find a man who truly makes you happy, who buys you flowers every day, who dances with you every night, who whispers "I love you" every morning and every evening-things I was too afraid to do. My greatest mistake was failing to treat you as you deserved, not realizing that in front of me was more than just a woman, but a treasure.

I want to beg you, to ask for another chance to love you, but that would be selfish and reckless. So I stand here and wait for dead.
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