If the end of the world really is coming, hold me.
Not because I’m afraid.
Or sad. Or worried. Or anything.
Just hold me.
I’ll tell you I love you as our arms wrap around each other.
Closing my eyes, I’ll hope to hear the same from you.
But you don’t have to say it. You just have to hold me.
Because if the end of the world really is coming, I’d want to be with you.