As I watched her get out of her car, I knew that there was pain in her eyes.

She saw what was coming. I don't know how, but she saw it. I guess we were just connected in that sense. She could sense pain from a mile away. She could also sense love.

I suppose her senses were reeling tonight.

I wanted to save her the trouble, I didn't want her worrying about me anymore. I just think there was too much inside of me that was also a part of her to let go. So I suppose being the level-headed one, I had to let go. Because I heard once before that if you loved someone, you'd let them go. I don't know if that was true, but I suppose tonight I was testing the theory.

She walked up to me quickly and before I could open my mouth to speak, she had already spoken.

"Why, JC, Why?"

She didn't understand pain. I didn't understand her love for me.

And when I spoke no words, she just shook her head and let the teardrops fall freely. She just got right back into her car and drove away.

She never knew about it and she wasn't supposed to.

But Justin had called her. He had told her about me. He had told her which hospital to go to.

And when she came, I was ready to give up. But when she burst through the doors and kneeled down beside my bed, she whispered to me.

Hearing her voice again only made me cry.

When my strength was almost up, I whispered the last two things I could manage. The last two things that ever mattered.

I love you.

I'm sorry.