We were sat in St Pauls Cathedral.
It was the perfect environment to talk.
It was peaceful. The ceiling was high. We watched the candles flicker.
“When we get to our deathbed, I think we only really remember the times we were loved.” my friend said.
We had a long pause to reflect.
It was a comfortable silence… I like people who don’t feel the need to fill every silence with noise.
Nothing else really matters.
Not a career.
Not a car.
Nor anything else that you can tie your identity to.
“It’s the sparks between people that matter.”
“Because you’ll only remember the love you felt from your friends and family.”