I love you. I have always loved you. I will never stop loving you. You are my life. You are my everything. I don't understand many of the things in our relationship, but everything has been worth it. But this. Roger. I got the test results back. They aren't good. And by that I mean that I have AIDS. And you do, too. I can't live with watching you die. And I can't live with dying. I can't deal with the pity. I can't deal with the hate. I can't deal with the judgment. I want you to know that I still love you, and I always will. Please forgive me.



She looked down at the note. She read it again. She ripped it up. She couldn't.

We've got AIDS

There. Easy, to the point. She slipped into the bathroom.