I wonder if he’s ever done sweet things for you. Like writing something just for you. Only you would be able to relate to it. Spend a night dedicated to writing something just for you. Practice a song he wrote for you for days. Just to play it one day on his guitar. For a few minutes, just to see you smile for a second or two. I wonder if he knows that a lifetime with you isn’t enough. That a lifetime is all this world can give him. I wonder has he ever swears by everything that made him who he was; That if he could some how see you in the next life. That he would find you. Tear through the fabric of the luminiferous ether just to be apart of your world again. Death would just be another door he had to walk through to see you. No more different than the door of an apartment. Just another elevator he has to ride on.