You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were…
I’m not sure what we actually are, or what your feelings towards me are but right now I don’t mind the uncertainty.
I do know that I love being with you, cuddling you, holding your hand, sleeping next to you, kissing you, and doing everything with you. You’re my favorite person in the world and as long as this doesn’t end soon I don’t mind the confusion.