I honestly thought that without you,
I would die.
Not die,
in the literal sense,
that’s far too dramatic.
I don’t want to admit that without you,
I couldn’t survive.
But I thought…

well I kind of did think that.


I thought that my heart wouldn’t beat without you,
that my breathing would become shallow and weak.
I thought that the sun would burn out,
and the sky would come crashing to the ground.
I expected time to stop,
noise to cease existence.
I thought…

well I thought that without you,
everything would just grow quiet.
Lonely.
Sad.
Quiet.
But it didn’t.
Nothing changed.
Nothing stopped.
The world survived you.
So,
quietly and bravely,

I decided that I would too.