breakups

"I've thought of something." He ate breakfast slowly, looking at me. I was the second part in a row I've slept in his place seeing as my roommate was a nerve wrack. I moved my bangs out of my eyes. "Feelings come and go, as the people change, right?" My jaw dropped. His sister rised an eyebrow. "No, no, I put it the wrong way. What I intended to say is, if a couple brakes up, it can only be because they weren't ever fitted, or else, they are not the people they were back then. If so, heart break is caused by death, and not betrayal – the death of an illusion, or the death of the past. if you can deal with death, you can deal with a heartbreak. And the things that died.. they aren't even worth crying for. It makes sense, doesn't i The little sister drooled out some maple. "What's with all the deep nonsense?" The older sister reached for a napkin and cleaned the little one's chin. "That was a big bomb to drop first thing in the morning." I said, setting up a small smile. "I thought you might find it interesting." He explained. And I did.
Even if we weren't forever, it wouldn't be present him who caused it. Present him will never break up with me. If he died, and became another person, I would miss him, but it wouldn't hurt as much. We'll both die eventually. blessed with peacefulness, I looked back at him.
Oh death, I love him so much.