It’s been a lot of signs to tell me that she’s the one. But I refuse to acknowledge them simply because I am not suitable for her. I judged myself on the matter of course. 

Imagine a brilliant star meet an enormous black hole. That’s her and me. I might swallow her and forcefully take her light until there is nothing left from her.

She is dying now. I don’t want it. But as God gives each and every of us the free will to act, she comes closer to my gravitational range and slowly sucked into my despair.

I have two options here. To run away and never be found or let my ego dies and let her be the happiest girl alive.

You would say the latter one of course if I love her so dearly, which I do, but that would be a extremely hard when my ego has been with me my whole life.

After a long time of thinking, I decided to run since I am no worthy of her bright light. I will regret this choice of mine, but I believe she could be happier with me.

This is my ego choosing her happiness over mine. Of course it’s just another excuse for a cowardly act that I will do. But again I would love to see her shines at her brightest, rather than dying around me.

This is the last dying wish from a dissolving black hole around her universe.