They said love dies eventually, but it hasn’t. We still love each other - even as skeletons. “No matter if we’re dead or alive - I will always love you” I tell Skully. “Whenever, wherever, we’re meant to be together!” Doodle replies. “It’s from Shakira, remember?” He always tries to be funny - that’s what kept us together all these years, even as bones, we are still alive in eachother’s hearts. “Yes, I remember” I agree, rolling my eyes in a playful way. I’ll always remember him, even in the grave.

I never believed in true love until I met Doodle. We were 17 years old in secondary school and we were in the same class. I began falling for him easily with his cheeky charm and cute smile and asked him out a little later. Not on text but in _real _life. I picked him up for school for months in my shiny, black Ford Fiesta with a bunch of roses and here we are. I remember hanging out with Doodle more and more until he placed the question and I said “Ofc!! I love you” with a reply of “I love you too!” and we kissed all night.

Our honeymoon was at Spain and we ate tapas with some cider on the beach and lolled out with the sun beaming down on us and sand between our toes. We only need eachother and nothing more. We always have eachothers backs and hold eachother up when one is drowning in suffering. We pull them up and let them arise with happiness. S+D=🫶🏼

Even with our deaths, it doesn’t stop us being us. Exploring ourselves, expressing our feelings and telling eachother how we _really _are. No matter what life brings us, we will _always _stick together. Till death do us apart.