Die.

I'd rather die than to feel this pain again.

Seriously.

Have to hang on. I promised her.

Distance already killed some part of me. What else?

Can I have the favor of Time with this?

Ounces of tears were already shed.

Pounds of resentment were already ignored.

I almost raised a white flag.

But the thought of this act kills me even more.

I miss her so much.

And I'd rather die than to feel this pain again.

I love you very much.