I want to kill myself almost every day. These thoughts and whispers and decaying my mind. But I’m scared that you’ll leave me if I tell you. What we have is beautiful. What we have is a connection. What we have is a relationship built on trust, bliss, memories, teamwork and hard work. But I keep lying and lying and lying, telling you I’m fine. What if I snap midway our relationship? What if I end it all at once? What if I our daughter see her mother die from unnatural causes?

I love you so much. We’ve been together for a while and I don’t want to mess up what we have.

I love you so much.

I love you too much.