It's like you decide, okay, this is where my story ends. And then the rest of the world you built gets to clean up the mess.
There's always a question of why and what could we have done to stop it. But that thought always seems to come after.
But what about now? Like, while I am alive. What can I do to stop you from thinking, I must be going now?
How do I make it clear to you that my life is richer simply by having you in it? And is that even enough?
Is it enough to tell you that if I get that call tomorrow morning I will crumble into a million pieces?
Do I need to scream at the top of my lungs that I not only love you but, I fucking need you?
Because, I REALLY FUCKING NEED YOU!
If I quote your favorite movies or songs or books, will you stay another day?
I'm not a doctor but, if I could I would heal all the broken bits inside of you. If I had to carry that burden for you, I would.
I don't want to wait til after you're gone to wonder what I could have done to keep you here.
I need to know now so I can hold onto your light for as long as possible.
Because that is what you are, a light in my sometimes dark as fuck world. You have helped guide me, kept me smiling, made me laugh, made me simply glad to still be alive.
I love you.
Have a nice day.