When he says 'what's the point?' I know the path we are heading down.
We've been there before, we will go there again.
Three words. Just three words. But they turn my laughter to silence, and cause me to think so hard about anything that comes out of my mouth in the dark times after.
What is the point? You get up, you do the same things every day, someone on your Facebook feed points out that your world is just a speck in the universe, like you don't even matter.
The point is there is life. The point is there is love and laughter and even if you are nothing in the world, to someone you are everything.
There is no point. There is just being. I will keep being, until he sees the point again.