I missed you so much, both of you. How I wished you were still here. It hurts so bad, but no one understands. You are gone now. When will I see you again? Why did you give up so fast? Why did you leave me here? Who is there left to love me the way you did? How can she say that I shouldn't miss you, just because she doesn't? What does she know about the pain I'm feeling now? I know you are in a better place now, and I should be happy for you. Truly I am. But I am still here. And I missed you.