Thoughtmato Soup

Last night, I was talking to a friend, when he jokingly said how he was going to die because he was starting Uni soon. I laughed, but defiantly told him he wouldn't; to which he responded that he would, eventually. And on that note, he went offline.

At first I shrugged this off, but then it really started to come back to me, and by the end of the night I was laying in bed, and it was all I could do to think more and more about what he had said.

Back when I was very young, and I found out that people did die, I spent the best part of some weeks crying non-stop, and clinging to my gran, asking that she wouldn't leave me — that I didn't want her to go.

And I sorta felt like that last night. In my head, I pictured so many of the friends I've met (and am yet to); all those I've kept in touch with, all that I only see from time to time, and those that I'm so close to, I couldn't imagine them not being here.
I'm fortunate enough to say that I've never had to deal with a loss (aside from a pet or two), and I think I really do take this for granted.

Sadly, this is the same of friends and family. I've come to expect that they'll always be there, and yet someday, they won't be. To be honest, I'm surprised that with recent events I haven't caught onto this earlier, but I suppose it's better late than never.

I know it's impossible to constantly let someone know how much you care about them. And there are times when little fights occur that take a while to take back (sadly, sometimes they can't be taken back).
But I think as long as I take a step back from time to time, and think just how much I appreciate the people I love; and to let them know that — should anything happen (god forbid) to them or I, at least they'd know I'd always truly mean it. In this world, or the next.