Not Made to Last

by Jay McLean

And I wonder if the order makes a difference. Like, what happens if your soul dies but your heart refuses to stop beating?

We’re nothing but flesh and bones and organs; entire bodies that are overworked, minds that overthink, and hearts that have the potential to break.

“The family we create means more than the family who created us.”

“You lost someone you just met. I’ve lost my best friend. You’ve known me for weeks… I’ve loved you for years.”

I breathe. One more time. Every time.