At times I felt, maybe I wasn't enough to be someone's beloved or I don't deserve to be someone's bestfriend. I questioned my self-worth and existence. There were days when my pillow was my only companion and bed felt like home. Wallowing in bed gave me comfort, compensating for the shoulders where I longed to lean my head. Nights were worst, as they brought back the rollercoaster of bittersweet memories of those bonds of love and friendship which...