To anyone except her:
If I die, please tell her I love her.
I know it's wrong.
I know it shouldn't happen.
I know I should stop it.
I know it's not gonna be good.
But I love her.
I know I love her.
I feel it deep within my soul.
If I die, please tell her I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for not telling the truth.
I'm sorry for hiding things from her.
I'm sorry for not showing my real self.
I'm sorry for everything.
If I die, please tell her I am real.
My feelings are real.
What I feel for her is real.
The words I said are real.
The time I spent with her is real.
The efforts, the affection, is real.
Please tell her that it's real.
It is neither a nightmare nor a dream.
This is real. I am real.
If I die, please tell her I love her.
I love her flaws.
I love her smiles.
I love her warmth.
I love her comfort.
I love her company.
I love being with her.
I love making her happy.
I love making her smile.
I love the time I spent with her.
Most especially, I love her.
If I die, please tell her I'm just here.
She may not know it, but she can feel it.
She may not see me, but in her heart,
I am always with her.
I am with her through thick and then.
I am with her in every ups and downs.
I am with her in darkness and in light.
I am with her all the time.
If I die, please tell her how much—
How much she means to me.
Please tell her how much—
How much I want it again.
Please tell her how much—
How much it hurts that I can't,
I can't be with her physically anymore.
But please tell her also,
That I am not going to be far away.
If I die, please, just please—
Please tell her I'm not gone.
I am just here, watching her.
I am just here, still loving her.
From the distance...
From up above...
From here.
With love,
Her guy.