RM writers' prompt II

if you’re reading this now it means that i’m ... well, dead. there’s no easy way to say it. i’m sorry, this is creepy, but i had to ask my best friend to post this. the thing is (i’m sure you’re wondering) i promise i didn’t drop out of life. it must have been a lethal disease or an accident. because i didn’t even want to want to die (the puddle of mud where people who take their lives stay after death may be cozy and warm but, by now, i’ve learned to give worth to the journey of life and its place in the “big picture”). i’m probably quite mad right now, that i was taken, there was so much hope amongst the pain and so many things i’ve been dreaming to do… it’s not fair. or it is. anyway. i just want to say that i love you. “love” love, i mean. it came slowly and softly and sweet and one day it struck me, i even said it out loud! weird… i confess i was afraid. that was foolish of me, i see that now (only too late). no time to be afraid now, though. i love you deeply, madly, dearly, passionately. i love you like in music and poetry. i love you so much i want you to be happy forever. as long as forever goes. and forever is now, you know… so for what it’s worth, live each day as if it were the last (allow me to be this corny…) live everything to the end, the pain and the pleasure of it. taste it all. believe in love too, the way i do. “love is always real”. use sunscreen hehe just kidding… ok, sunscreen and condoms. remember never to allow this beautiful person you are to be chewed and swallowed (or spit out, for that matter) by this crazy world you still live in. one more moment for a little tale? well, once i was climbing a mountain and, when there were about fifty steps to the top (i wasn’t aware of that), i sat down and gave up. “no, i won’t go further, i’m too tired”. then a friend came and told me “trust me, were almost there, it’s so beautiful up there, it’s worth all the effort”. and he took my hand. and it was amazing, the view from the top. i realize i sat down again this time, fifty steps from the top where you could be. or not. ironic, huh? but i’ll never have time in this life to take my hand and lead me there. so, all i ask of you is this, don’t sit down and give up. you may be only fifty steps away, who knows? you must think i’m cruel to come from the tomb to haunt you with a phantom love. cree-py. i just hope you can forgive me, after all i’m a dead person (sorry, bad joke …) but you’re alive. so go ahead and live!