Well, I keep waking up every morning.
What can I do? I can’t help it.
I know I could choose not to be alive. But you wouldn’t want that, would you?
It’s not like either of us believed we would ever be together again.
I keep thinking – how would you have felt, what would you be doing today, if it was me who had died?
At least maybe, by me experiencing this pain and grief, I have saved you from it.
But of course it would have been best if it were neither of us!