For most of our relationship, we were happy, perfect and we were on top of the world. I was with through thick and thin and She always felt guilty that I never needed Her to help me in the same way. I made Her believe that I was totally okay, that nothing was digging at me beneath the surface when in reality, I was trying to hide a monster that I was too weak to fight on my own, but I didn't want Her to see. I didn't let Her help even though She wanted to and that's how I ended up dead. And for that, I am sorry.