by Miles H. Rost
A letter, received in the post on a Sunday
I am at peace. You don’t have to worry about me anymore, because I am doing what needs to be done.
I did what I had to do, to help you get the peace you never had while we were together. All of this, just to say “I love you” in a way I couldn’t before.
Don’t think bad of me for what I’m doing. I don’t care about myself. Never did. I only want you to be happy.
It’ll all be over in a minute.
My love and goodbye to you.