14 years

While I had known you for the majority of my life you only knew me for a mere 16% of yours.

Even someone so bad at math can calculate that.

14 Thanksgivings

14 Christmas

14 springs

14 summers

14 autumns

14 winters

It’s nice to think of other universes, but in truth that’s all we had.

Our story stops at 14 years but mine will continue past.

How many times did I wish away the years

taking for granted you wouldn’t always be here?

When I asked you the point of life you told me there’s none.

“You have forever to be dead, why not just have fun?”