I've heard people say, "One of the hardest things you will ever have to grieve, is the loss of a person who is still alive,"

I didn't exactly understand what it meant,
until I met you.

I used to think it was us against the world, so just as long as we're fine, we'd be alright. How foolish of me to believe that, because obviously, we were not fine. It might seem like it, at first, I mean, everybody could tell...