I po!soned you.

!!MENTIONS OF POISONING!!

!!IMPLIED MURDER!!

!!DEAD DOVE, ROASTED WITH LOVE!!

I poisoned you..

I know you think I'm joking, but I'm not. And whatever my feelings now about what I've done may be, I still have a great measure of pride in it as well. It's not like it was easy.

The poison isn't readily available to the majority of people.. And I also didn't want to be caught doing it.

A large dose would kill you in a minimum of twenty minutes, without fail. But it would also be detectable in your system when they checked..

But a small dose, given daily over the course of three months in the proper way?

No trace whatsoever.

Just.. little pearls of poison, spreading throughout your system, being metabolized and absorbed into your tissues until… Well, the poison acts by weakening cell walls in several vital areas.

Now, of course, I've had to be patient.. as I've known, your death could've occurred weeks or months after I stopped giving the stuff.

However, the method is untraceable, and the outcome guaranteed if done correctly.

For the first month, I used an eye dropper. You'd be asleep, and I'd just dribble a drop or two into the corner of your eye..

I watched you sleep as the toxin dried and absorbed into your skin, getting your body used to it so it would eat you slowly, instead of all at once.

After that, well.. You have that coffee sweetener you use every day, without fail. So I got you a big enough bottle to last for several months.. and after emptying out a little of it, I just put the right proportion of the poison in that.

Sure, there was some risk. But you're a creature of habit, and between watching you use it some days and periodically weighing the bottle to make sure it was still going down, I became quite certain you were going to remain deliciously predictable.

And no worries about you or someone else finding the poison itself.. the bottle would already be long gone far before you started experiencing any symptoms. After that, all that would be left was sitting back and faking concern as you mysteriously dropped dead one day.

Honestly, I loved the idea of that.. Of having that secret.

There were times when I'd go off, by myself, and just laugh and enjoy imagining a world without you in it. I don't know if I've ever been happier.

But then last week, I got bad news.. it turns out that even if I outlive you, it won't be by much..

So there it is. I'll get my world without you, but I won't even get to enjoy it.

They'll find my body later today.

Without a note.

Because my note is just to you.. As a sense of satisfaction, I want to instill one last feeling of dread or panic.

Call it a going away present.

You could stop using the sweetener now, or even see a doctor; But.. I'm afraid it wouldn't do you any good.

Be it a week, be it a month.. the poison has already begun taking it's hold by now, and sooner or later you will die.

I won't lie and say I loved you, or will miss you.. But, well.. Good luck.