A plan Z speech

“if someday, I die early before you do, (and eventually of course I want you to be happy with another partner) …in the afterlife.. will you be with me or with that other partner?”

That question is intended for the dear one. I think it will make him sad that I asked such question but.

Suddenly I am afraid.

I fear mortality, fearing death.

Not about most of the unknown afterlife, I know that will be taken care of. Only the fear of losing the people I love. The separation. Will we be separated forever?

I realize death is so easy. So commonly, almost casually, happens. The more years I have grown into, the more funerals I attend, the more chaos I became acquaintance to.

Dear Love,

I will miss you all.