Goodbye, My Dear

Dear Darling,
I'm very sorry that it had to come to this, my darling. As I type this on an old, abandoned typewriter, I am breathing my very last breaths. My mind is all blurred with thoughts and memories of you in my arms. These memories I hold dear will release themselves from this brain filled with pure insanity in a short amount of time.
I remember the fist time we met. It's as clear as crystal. Your glimmering eyes didn't affect me at first. Being the apathetic being I was, I didn't even notice you. It's almost as if fate wanted it to be that way. We both walked into this mediocre pawn shop and looked around. We seemed to leave it at the same time, but you had tripped over a loose tile on your way out. I quickly caught you. I didn't want to, but it was almost reflex. I felt a tug. It was like something moved my body so that I would do so. I helped you to your feet as your beautiful locks of brunette fell neatly on your shoulders. You looked at me with your blue eyes and thanked me. I simply nodded and continued on my way. Such a fool I was for doing so. I was completely content to leave our acquaintanceship at that. But then a month later, I saw those piercing blue eyes walking towards me.
It was at the square of the town when I saw you again. You walked towards me with those eyes of yours. I recognized you immediately, but I did not speak a word to you. You walked right by me and my body seemed to turn itself to gaze at you once more. God, you were truly a lovely sight to behold. I can't believe I took your looks for granted at first. The day continued on normally and I didn't see you again for another week. That week was certainly life changing, to say the least.
You were sitting at an outside Mexican Restaurant with your boyfriend. He seemed to be a very handsome and kind man, but being as uncaring as I was, it didn't really matter to me whether he was kind or not. Everyone was a demon in my eyes. As I walked by the restaurant, I started to hear an annoyed tone of a man. There was no response to the man, so he raised his voice. Once again, no response. I turned around to see what was going on as the man stood from his chair, yelling at the woman across from him. That woman was you. He picked up his Margarita up and threw it to the ground in a fit of immature rage. You didn't wince or show any fear. I knew where this was going to lead next. I started walking back towards you. He smacked you and went to take his seat. Now, behind him, I slyly reached over the fence and pulled his chair back, causing him to fall onto his rear, into the shattered glass from the broken Margarita glass. He yelped in pain, but I didn't feel any remorse. I casually continued on my way when you leaped over the fence and ran after me. You tapped me on the shoulder and as I turned around, you socked me right in the face. I just took it. I thought you ungrateful because that man was a major waste of space, in my opinion anyway. Thanks to your fist, my nose started to bleed. You immediately apologized and got some napkins from your table and started to dab away the blood, giving the rest of the napkins to me. You apologized for hitting me. You explained your relationship with the waste of space. You were, as you said, "Regretfully in a relationship" with him. I told you to just break up with him if he bothered you so much. You said you couldn't and that you were stuck with him as some trick of fate. I shook my head whilst holding napkins up to bleeding nose. I told you to break up with him again. You, stubbornly, did just that. You walked right over to him and said, "You know, I'm really tired of your shit. I'm done with you. I don't give a damn if you're rich. You're a bastard and you deserve all of that glass you have up your ass." And with that, you walked away from him and back over to me. From there, I asked you out for dinner. You said yes.
In another Mexican restaurant you suggested, we sat together and ate rather happily. I was happy around you. You were funny. You were smart. You were beautiful. You still are. And, dear God, I do miss you. I'm so sorry that all that's left of us is reminiscing. But, reminiscing of these times are good last memories. At that Mexican restaurant, I heard you sing to Santana and laugh at my horrible jokes. I drove you home after the dinner and stayed at your house. We watched Doctor Who on the television and talked. As I stood up to use the bathroom, I noticed a copy of one of my books on your chair's arm. I smiled and stayed quiet, going to the bathroom. As I returned, I asked you about the book. You said that it was very well-written and you loved the book, but you said you hated the author's name. I simply asked why and you replied, "Well, it's obviously not a real name. I want to know who the true author is. I would love to meet him and/or marry him." I chuckled at that. I told her that his real name was Mydon Clyde Quinn. At that moment you say, "What a nice name. Speaking of names, what is yours?" I replied, "Mydon Clyde Quinn." You smiled happily. I chuckled and sat back down right next to you. You seemed a bit in shock, but once I covered everything and told you everything, you finally believed me. You leaned closer to my face and reached out, tracing your finger along my jawline when you remembered me from the Pawn Shop. It took quite a while, but I didn't mind. You laughed at yourself for not noticing before.
After the laughing and talking, it was soon midnight. You hurriedly stood up. We both stated how late it was. At that moment, you invited me to your bedroom and I gladly accepted. Of course, we didn't do anything scandalous, but we did enjoy a good cuddle and one long and slow kiss. I knew that we would be happy together. We were happy together, but it seems that fate wanted a tragic ending.
My darling, I do hope you get this before the holidays. I love you and I'm sorry that I left so brashly. It was very foolish of me to do so. I love you more than I could ever describe. I could never put my feelings for you on paper. It's like counting the stars. It's impossible. I'm sorry that it had to end this way. I hope you only remember me fondly. Goodbye, my dear.
Love,
Mydon

I lie here on my deathbed
Only thinking of my dear
Her eyes like sapphires
Her voice sounds near
I feel darkness surround me
Am I going up or down
I've left you alone
I feel like a clown
But this clown is fading
A light is in view
I'm sorry this had to end
I love