I often think that I lived a good life without you for the first twenty years, but now that you are gone, why does every day become difficult for me? For me, maybe your existence has become an indispensable part of my life. I think this part must be a big part. Otherwise, why would I miss you like this, as if my body is just an empty box, and only my heart is still beating.
I think I love you very much. Since I love you so much, can all the hurts be forgotten? So can we still be together as before?