God can be funny

I thought about death this morning in the shower. I don't know why I
didn't tell him. It crushes me inside, just the thought. Its not death
itself, I have become content with the idea of eventually going to a
different place. This place for me means escaping this world and being
at peace. But the sheer thought of being away from him scares me until I
cannot breathe. Just the pressure of his skin against mine makes me long
for this to last. Will death part us or will he be there in my ultimate
escape? Having made my life worth living the thought of being away from
my other half frightens me. I love him with every fibre of my being. Why
didn't I just tell him this?