wtf why are you reading this shit

There are some days when I look back
and see you, and you, and you,
and then I think;
how nice it would be to hold you once again,
and then I think;
how lonely I must feel to look back on you so fondly,
and then I think;
I couldn’t have kept you forever anyway.
Eventually, you will die,
and eventually, I will die,
and there is no heaven after you;

we ended up alone, either way.

-Samantha Benvissuto