If it turned out that this arm was getting severely infected, and I ended up losing consciousness and dying tonight without our ever exchanging another word, you'd rather have the last thing we ever said to each other be a fight over something that small than an apology?
Fuck you.
That isn't what I would want my last words to you to be, though. I love you anyway, and I forgive you. If I were a better man, I'd strike the two-word paragraph above completely. I'm sorry. You deserved better. You've always deserved better than you've gotten from me
If I were to die without ever speaking to you again, I'd sure hope that someone who reads what I share here would let you know about this, so that you would have the comfort of knowing I didn't go to my grave angry with you, but loving you.
(cue Statler Brothers' tune)
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