The last thing I remember before the accident…
I was thinking I had time.
Time to reply.
Time to call back.
Time to say things properly instead of halfway, rushed between moments that felt more important at the time.
I was wrong.
It was an ordinary night.
That’s how it always is, isn’t it?
Nothing dramatic. No warning. No feeling that the world is about to split into a before and after.
Just me, driving.
Just me, thinking about tomorrow.
I remember your message lighting up my phone.
I saw your name.
I smiled.
And then I told myself, I’ll reply when I get home.
I never made it home.
There’s a strange kind of clarity that comes when everything ends.
Not fear. Not even pain.
Just understanding.
Sharp and unforgiving.
I saw it all at once.
Every moment I rushed through.
Every call I ignored.
Every “later” I believed in.
All of it collapsing into something I could no longer reach.
If I had known…
If I had even suspected…
I would have done everything differently.
I would have called you back immediately.
I would have stayed longer in every conversation.
I would have said I love you without waiting for the perfect moment.
Because there is no perfect moment.
There is only now.
And now it doesn’t last.
I didn’t know the exact second my life would end.
No one does.
That’s the truth we live around, not through.
We wake up.
We plan.
We postpone.
We act like time is something we own.
It isn’t.
If you’re hearing this… reading this… feeling this…
Please understand something I didn’t.
You don’t have as much time as you think.
Not with the people who matter.
Not with the words you keep holding back.
Not with the love you assume will still be there tomorrow.
Because tomorrow is not a promise.
It’s a possibility.
And sometimes…
It never comes.
I wish I had one more day.
Just one.
To say everything.
To fix what didn’t matter.
To love without holding anything back.
But life doesn’t work like that.
When it ends, it ends.
Mid-sentence.
Mid-thought.
Mid-love.
So don’t wait.
Don’t save your love for later.
Don’t assume you will have another chance to say what matters.
Say it now.
Call them now.
Love them now.
Because you don’t know the hour.
You don’t know the moment.
And when your time comes…
You won’t be asking for more money, or more plans, or more time to think.
You’ll be asking for one more day.
One more day to love.