When I die, do not bury me with my favorite hoodie or my journal or my favorite headphones. When I die, bury me with a picture of her in my front pocket so I can show everyone in heaven who made me a better person. Sew the sound track of her laugh in the center of my ribs and tuck her name beneath my tongue so the last thing I carry with me can taste like home. Tell them this is the girl who held my face in her hands after the world had already spit me back out. Tell them she lit the world up to me after I had already condemned to the darkness. tell them she gathered every shattered piece of me and put me back together, even when she wasn't responsible for the damage. Tell them she is the reason I had many tomorrows. Tell them she placed little reasons to stay into the palms of my hands so gently and I did not realise she was keeping me alive. And when they lower me into the earth, tell her not to waste her tears on the body that they bury because every good thing they ever loved about me was something she placed there first. If I get the privilege of seeing the white gates of heaven and ask me wht my biggest accomplish was, do not let me say being happy or awards or a successful career. Let me point to the photograph crumbled in my front pocket with my ripped up corners creases from the amount of time I reaches for it and let me say that my biggest accomplish was being loved by her.