I hold him so tightly in my arms, trying to fathom how one day I won't have him here to cuddle. That thought is impossible, I cannot process it, it's like trying to imagine the extent of our vast universe. You can try, but your brain can't fully comprehend light years, like I can't comprehend a life without Oliver. It's too big, it's too much. He's right here with me, I'm staring at his sleeping face and can smell his sweet breath.
He's right here, in my arms.
How can he ever be "gone"?