No matter how many times I picture different outcomes for our fate, it will never alter the result. You're gone and I remain. The sun still shines every morning and you never rise with it. I tell myself you're with mother and father in Valhalla, at last happy and together, but that sight does not sooth me. For once your worth is not at stake here; my selfishness is. Maybe you and I are more similar than either of us ever realized. Maybe I loved you more than I ever realized. Love... I still do.