Yesterday, it crossed my mind...should you not make it for whatever reason. Or should anything happen. Even though it was just a figment in my imagination, I found myself crying. Badly.
I suddenly fully realize that your demise may be an event I'll have to face. Unless, of course, my time came first.
Should I lose you tomorrow, the last words said were on a happy note. And that I think we've treated each other well enough.
I try to leave at any point of time, on a good note.
For whenever we part with anybody, you never really know for sure if there WILL be a next time.
You just never know.