A love story?

I woke up one day
Determined
That this was my last day
On earth.
I cleaned my room
And the random rooms
Around the house.
I fed the dog and walked her.
Petting her profusely
And telling her I loved her.
I left for work
And drove the speed limit
All the way there.
I thought about the ways
I could die.
I didn’t have a gun,
But I had a rope
And that seemed sensible.
I entered my building
And walked to the coffee stand.
I ordered a small cup
And heard a noise behind me.
I wasn’t sure at first,
But the second sound was a gunshot.
I turned around and saw a man with a gun.
I thought about the gun I didn’t have
And the rope I did.
This seemed like another option.
I stepped in front of the woman behind me
And was shot in the shoulder.
The pain was magnificent.
It was one step
Toward my last day
On earth.
I pushed her down and ducked my head.
Running forward, left to right,
I reached the gunman
Just as he shot me in the stomach.
My momentum carried me into him
And I smashed his head
Into the marble floor.
I grabbed his gun and threw it
As far as I could.
I collapsed on top of him
As he left this earth.
I felt pain unimaginable
And blessedly slipped into darkness.
They say I died twice.
Once on the marble floor
And once on the operating table.
She was there when I awoke
In the ICU.
She thanked me and I passed
Back into the darkeness.
Every time I woke
She was there.
She looked like an angel
And I thought I had left this earth.
But I kept waking
And she was always there.
She held my hand
And told me I would improve.
I believed her.
When I was conscious
We talked
And I began to love her.
I knew she loved me,
But I wondered if she would
If I hadn’t died twice
To save her.
We talked for hours
But I didn’t improve.
I wanted more time
On this earth
To know her and love her.
But it wasn’t to be.
She held my hand
And told me I would improve,
But I died.