would you miss me even after i’m gone, would you miss my smile,the color of my eyes and the texture of my hair? would you remember me and how we were so close, or would you forget me and move on?
I mean, apocalypse or no apocalypse, monsters or no monsters – that’s a crushing weight to have on your shoulders. To feel like six billion lives depend on you? God. How do you get up in the morning?
You know, when you have kids and you love them and you’re proud of them you just want to kiss them on the mouth sometimes.