This is the part where I get all poetic and say I'm scared a day may come where you will have forgotten me, where my jokes turned to ash and my messages popping up are like your morning alarm; distasteful. Where I say I'm scared that morning will come and sweep away with it every memory we make.. drowning it all in tomorrows without me.. but I will not say any of that. Probably because I prefer the truth to sound more believable 😂 since it seems everything I tend to say sounds like a lie