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.