You’ll have a wonderful life, Dorinda.
You’re not going to have any more bad dreams.
You’re going to go to bed happy.
You’re going to wake up laughing.
You’re going to be with people.
You’re going to have fun.
You’re going to have everything, including love.
I could never tell you how I felt the way I’m telling you now.
But I’m only a thought, which you just think is your own.
But now, now I can say what I’ve always wanted to say.
I love you, Dorinda.
I love you.
I should have told you that a long time ago without any jokes.
I should have said the words because I know now that the love we hold back is the only pain that follows us her.
And the memory of that love shouldn’t make you unhappy for the rest of your life.
I hope you can hear me, because I know this is true from the bottom of my heart.
How good your life is! How good it will be!
Can you hear me? Brush your hair from your face if you can hear me.
Brush your hair away from your face one more time,
so I can see your eyes and I can say goodbye.