A Letter For the End of the Universe.

Hello, world. 

​I’m typing this from the attic of my grandparents’ house, where we’ve just shared our last hugs and exchanged our final words. It is June 21st, 2020, and this is the end of the world. 

Some of us didn’t expect to make it this far. Life happens, things change, people come and go. And yet here we are, still kicking. Congratulations. 

But there are always those that weren’t so lucky. Take a second, remember the ones we lost. Lament for the ones who will never be. Show love to those you can. There is little time left. 

Speaking of time, it’s exactly 1 pm. My watch broke ages ago, but as with any broken watch, it’s always right twice a day. It will never see another 1 pm, and neither will I. 

I can see the light getting brighter outside my window. I could make a joke, one that no one will ever hear. I could cry and let the light dry my tears. So many options. But I think I’ll watch, and accept it for what it is. My life has been lived. 

Goodbye, world. 

And thank you for everything.