They told me to speak or to die. So I told the truth. And I chose to love you for the last time. I have memorized your face, the shape of your collarbones, the texture of your hair and the birthmark on your shoulder. I have touched you for the last time, but I feel you all around, in the air we used to breathe, in the room you used to sleep. And even though I died in my truth, I never regret. The last time I got to love you, made the life I won’t forget.