I wish you knew me. I wish you SAW me. I wish he didn't exist. He is my living nightmare. Looking at you two is worse than being stuck in Hell. I know you probably never even cared about me. I have cared about you. Forever. I might not even be writing this letter. I might be dreaming. I might be in Hell already. See, I cut myself about 5 minutes ago. Blood is being drained from my body. I cannot think strait. But one thing I will always know is that I love you. Whether I am in Hell, Heaven, or just here I KNOW I always love you. I am almost dead. As I die, I have a wish for one person...you.