I realised today, that I get to spend the rest of my life with you.
I realised, that makes me the happiest person to..
To, ever walk or talk
Or sing or shout
To stay in or to go out.
But I realised that the “rest” means
At some point I will “rest”
without you.
And for that
I don’t know what to do….
I have such a strong fear of death, I don’t know if it’s rational or not but I know I think about it a lot and the main thing that makes me scared, is not being able to see you again.