and a questinone for life ..... now the only thing I have left is the hope ...... every day I wonder, but why do the people who make us feel good are heavily turned out? ...... well in the sad moments they made us feel better .... now it's up to us to make them feel better ....... now I'm too immature to understand ..... when I lost him ...... every day I turn to think but why did I do it? ........ well since he left I have cried more than I imagined ..... for him I trusted every single thing even the most mundane things .... we laughed, joked, we watched a series on Netflix ...... my life was perfect ... until one day he fell ill and then died .. .. I was I did not even know what I was ....