Not completely meaningless. You're giving me something I never had before. Don't push me away, please. Don't tell me to leave when we've still got time together. I don't care how little it is.

When we first met, you told me that your relationships don't last very long. I still jumped into this, constantly afraid that you were going to leave me. Then, it grew into something where I didn't care anymore. To where I wanted to be with you. I know nothing is promised to me. To you. I know... I don't care. If I'm going to be a widow- I can't know what I'll do. Please don't give up on this. I won't give up.

This won't be meaningless, whatever happens.