They say that after death, the human brain lives for seven minutes.

Seven minutes where time bends and stretches, just enough time to replay our best memories.

The moments that made us feel most alive.

The laughs, the hugs, the late-night talks, the quiet peace of being with someone who just gets you.

And I know you’d be there.

In the background of every memory, smiling, laughing, maybe just sitting next to me.

Because you were part of all my best moments.

The comfort in my chaos, the calm in my storms, the reason I believed in something more.

So if those seven minutes are all I get,

I’m glad you’ll be in them.

Because even in the end, you’d still be the best part of it all.