You were born somewhere, sometime, somehow. Later, at another somewhere, sometime, somehow you fell in love with someone else. You were together for a long time. After it ended it felt like a short time. You cried a lot and thought of them everyday but you never heard from them again. Whenever you left your house you imagined bumping into them by chance on a street corner; you would hug and cancel your plans for the day and instead spend it together running around town and realizing how stupid it was to leave one another.
Eventually at a later time you found someone else but it wasn’t the same and life was dull.
Sometime much later you hoped your someone would somehow be there in your last hour.
They were not.
You wondered if they would look over your corpse at the funeral.