You want to believe in afterlife.
I hope you’re not counting on to see me there -
to fix everything we did wrong,
to start again,
because I’m going to walk
this earth only once,
so sorry, love.

Maybe it’s arrogant of me to assume you even thought about me.
Maybe I wasn’t included in your plans at all - that’s alright too.
Yet, I know for sure that you hate me for saying that.
...
For all the times I cursed you,
I confessed my love for you.
Did you notice?