Hits hard

One day, we won’t be at each other’s funerals.
Because one of us has to go first.

And I try not to think about that too often…
But sometimes it hits me out of nowhere,
That one day, one of us will be the one left behind.

Left to sleep in a bed that feels too big.
Left to hear our favorite song and crumble.
Left to carry the weight of a love story that didn’t get to finish on our terms.

We’ve built a whole life together.
A family.
A home.
A thousand ordinary moments that feel sacred now.
And one day… it’ll just be memories for one of us.

That’s the cruel part about forever with someone.
Eventually, one of you has to learn how to live without the other.

So tonight, I’ll hold you a little longer.
I’ll soak in your voice, your laugh, your heartbeat.
Because I don’t know how many more nights I’ll get.
But I know this one is mine.

And I’ll never take it for granted.

I love you Lisa, FOREVER.