I never thought that would be the last time.
The last conversation. The last hug. The last “I love you.”
If I’d known, I would’ve held on longer. Said more. Paid more attention. Made it count.
But I didn’t know. Because you never do.
You think you have more time. You think there will be other conversations, other visits, other chances to say the things you need to say.
And then suddenly, there aren’t.
