Sometimes when I can’t sleep late at night I make a point to make sure that I watch you while you’re sleeping before I try and close my eyes to sleep. I run my fingers through your hair and kiss your forehead because I know that one day, whether I’m alive or dead, I’m going to wish I had you to look at, to kiss, and to touch. Oh, how I hope you know how much I appreciate the time I have with you now. It’s a strange feeling to remind yourself that nothing is forever.
