That on my last days, you’ll be there to say ‘I will not leave you’, rather than Goodbye.
That when I’m on my way to my last operation, you’ll be right there beside my emergency bed.
That when my body is tired of cuts, and resolved to let go, to let you go, you’ll forgive me.
That while I’m busy fighting for my last breath, you’ll look into my eyes, not crying, not sad, not emotional, but with a light, bright smile, that would assure me that, It’s going to be okay.
That when the angel of death, is there right on my side, screaming at me, to Come! Come!, You’ll be the angel on the other side, saying, Go rest! Go rest!
That when my right and privilege to open my eyes is taken away from me, you’ll be praying for me.
And Finally, when there is a large distance between us, a life and a death encompassing us, and when our hearts lost contacts, and I can’t seem respond to your late nights cries. Just accept that I’m resting in peace, like you wished me. And MOVE ON.
This is my Will to my love.