Belief is a strange thing. I am a little teary as I write this.

John just added me to his life insurance. I’m a neutral atheist, yet the thought my partner will die someday really makes me want to believe there is an afterlife because the thought of him someday being gone forever, ceasing to exist, separated forever makes me sad throughout my whole being in a way that is difficult to describe. Despite everything I’ve been through, none of it was enough to make me wish there was a god or something after I die that would take the weight off this life. All my energy has gone into making this singular life one that I like, so I can die at peace with how I lived. Loving John makes me want to believe there’s a way for us to still be together someday even after it’s over. I’ve never felt that way before.