If you're reading this, know that I love you.

If we've met or had any sort of connection, know that I love you.

I may not have had the chance to articulate it. Maybe it would've felt weird or culturally inappropriate. Maybe I just didn't say it enough.

But know that I love you.

I appreciate you for being in my life. Even if we have had our rough moments, maybe even a falling out, know that I appreciate all the lessons we learned together.

We don't know what the end of our days will be like. Our mind may go before our body. The pain in our body may make it impossible for us to express love. Our last moments may be filled with fear or confusion.

So maybe my end of days won't be as mushy and lovey as this post. But I'll take this stand: my core, my true essence, loves you.

Life is short. The bickering won't matter in the end. Hate is a poison. Little things matter. Fart more.

I hope to have something outlive me. At the very least, I hope this post does. I hope it reaches my loved ones. I have this vague hope that someone I love will look through all my blog posts and find this one. I hope they share it with others I love. I hope they'll share it with those who need to read it.

I love you. And I'll see you up there.