Death

This afternoon I've watched too many TV shows about death and sadness, stories of great love parted too soon by death. So now I think upon the great love I have, the kind of love that is better than in the movies, and I can't help but feel a great sadness that one day one of us will be without the other. It might be years, months, a week or just hours; but I think if I am left last, it will kill me. Eventually.

Morbid I know.