I wonder what people do, when they lose the best thing that’s ever happened to them. I mean, I can only try to understand and sympathise them because, god, forbid that ever happens to me. Do they lock themselves away and pray for a better day? Or do they go out and pretend that everything is okay but they’re dying inside? Or do they just accept it and move forward? I can’t even imagine how they must feel. I seem to wonder about too many things.