In the end, I don’t want to let you go.
In the end, I know your memory alone has kept my own heart beating.
In the end, I want to have more to share, when I meet you at the tree.
I guess, in the end, even your memory is worth living for.
But fuck you, it so lonely.
Been awhile since I had one of my “end of the world” nightmares..and last nights was fucking insane.
But my dad was there and never let go of my hand. Even as we were literally falling to our deaths 🥹