But Before I Go...

I asked Mr. Godiva this morning to send an email. But not just any email, I wanted him to write me as if this is the very last correspondence to me. In fact, I said write me as if you were going to die tonight. There’s wasn’t really a point or purpose. But I was curious to read what he had to say.

And this is what I got…

I just found out I have 1 hour to live. I thought I would send you this final note.
Please, don't feel just the hurt of loss, but also the pleasure of our memories.

Thank you for making my life, since I met you, so wonderful.

I felt loved, nurtured, understood, and pampered.

I loved the way you adjusted to my sexual needs while still preserving who you are as a woman.

It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. Regardless of the circumstances of life, nothing can take away what we had. Love and respect, OK, and
the hot sex.

Even though my life is about ready to end, I am thankful I have an hour to reflect in gratitude for all that I had. You were a big part of that. Fairwell, my lovely. I will always be with you.

Love,
Mr.Godiva