If you died tomorrow, the corner of the English class you always sit in would suddenly get a whole lot quieter without either your voice or the scratching of your pencil. The homeless man you once smiled at on the street near the coffee shop you visit would read about you in a newspaper he plucked off the road and he'd miss how your eyes crinkled when you would grin. The girl who shops at the grocery store you work at because she secretly thinks your cute would switch to the one down the road because you were the only reason she went there in the first place, and she's wonder were you went as she picked out her yoghurt. Your sports coach would go to yell that is was your turn to play the field, only to find him blowing his whistle at an empty bench, and your music teacher would show up to your lesson, only to be with ringing notes of silence. Your phone would heat up with texts and calls from people you know and people you don't, because yours the reason someone laughs and the reason someone falls asleep with there lips curved upwards, so if you ever believe your presence doesn't matter, just remember that if you died tomorrow, so many people would miss you, and I would too.
