Nothing

If I could take back everything that was said, everything that was done there would be nothing here. Nothing to live for, nothing to hold, nothing to call your own. No one would have emotions, thoughts, no one would be alive. There would be no animals, no humans, no land, no water, no plants, no sun, and no air. There would be nothing. No you, no me, no love, no hate. Only empty space. So what’s the point in taking it all back when we are nothing if it didn’t happen?