Desperate is not a sexual preference.
A birthday wish granted 23 years late is still a birthday wish granted.
Being prepared for loss is never the same as being ready for it.
Nothing like a lot of exercise to make you realize you'd rather be lazy and dead sooner.
I guess that's how death works. It doesn't matter if we're ready or not. It just happens.
Why do we have to wait for special moments to say nice things or tell people we care about them?