Telling Him

I promised myself that I'd tell him the truth before he or I died...I guess I have to do that sometime soon, because the Just In Cases are having me worried...

I never have been one to know when the time has changed, but rather how long it has gone on without needing to change.  Thinking of it logically, however, how would I have phrased it?  When would I have phrased it?  There is no knowing when one of us was to die, so I guess that this had to happen in order for me to get it through my skull of how this had to, yes, had to, happen.  

His death had always been a fear of mine, terrorized daily by the possibility...he was human, like myself, so naturally we both eventually had to die...I wanted to tell him before he died, or before I died...I had to tell him, or I would never be able to forgive myself...

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