Because I’m like you. All of you. Who thought that my dad won’t die until he is old and happy. That he won’t leave me instantly.
That last breakfast was the last with him. And you’ll never know.
My pain grows everyday. My loneliness grows with every passing day. Everyday I feel I lose myself a little. Even when I’m surrounded with so many people, I feel this deep lost and this deep loneliness.
I try not to talk about it. Becuase it’s something people can’t fanthom, unless it happened to you.
Nothing else matters. Nothing else in this world matters anymore. I can’t hear anything but myself breathing. Myself crying.
So heartbroken, it’s so difficult.