Well, after all, that is the point. Nothing lasts forever. If it did, we’d get tired of it. But I never even got the chance to get tired of him.
His chest stopped rising and falling a few minutes ago. I can’t hear anything but my own sobs now.
No more snuggles, no more kisses.
As I lay in the road, motionless by grief if not from the wreck, I hate the idea of living without him.
A car approaches. It doesn’t see me.
But now I see him.
It has all ended well after all.