If you have no more than 5 minutes left to live, what would you tell to those people you love the most?
Would you simply express your love and thanks? Or tell them you’re sorry. Sorry for the things you’d done wrong. Sorry for a wronging that was all but forgotten. Sorry for making ever them worry and cry. Would you tell them not to cry? That you’ll be with God soon, and everything will be alright. Just like every other childhood story.
Maybe you’d make them laugh. Laugh so hard they’d forget anything was wrong. Just give them a moment of bliss before time swept you away. Took you from them so young, or “too d*mn old” as you say. Or like the proud one that you are tell them of all your life’s glories. How you succeeded until the end, in everything that you did!
Would you have them sad for their loss of you? Or lachrymosely rejoice that your suffering, whatever the kind, will soon come to its end.
Would you tell them never to forget you? To remember all the times, glorious or horrid as they may be…and have them tell the tales of your youths adventures with them, to all it my regard. Or have them forget you completely? Have them go on like nothing had changed. Like you were a bump in the road to be forgotten along the way.
Would you ask of them to fulfill one last wish? Maybe one of pleasure; A soft kiss, the sound of a favorite melody, a dance to top all. Or a sorrowful promise; One of finding love once more, of living life to all its ends and filling it to the brim with joys.
Would you tell your one love of your feelings, through and through? Or would you have mind enough, to know what great pain it would cause them.
This I ask you, in my final moment. My last five minutes. What would you do?