One day I will no longer be on this amazing earth and nothing will really matter. Due dates will be irrelevant. Meetings will be pointless. Opinions of others inconsequential. Car I drove. Money in the bank. Title I had. What will really matter to me will be; That I loved my life exactly as it was. That I made you feel loved and special. That we laughed so hard over dumb stuff and we did it often. That you knew that you were perfectly imperfect to me. And that I meant every word I said when I wished you well and thought you were amazing. Just in case I haven't said it lately, I love you.