Tears cannot express how much another soul means to us, and we can be at a loss for words, and we lose our way and don't know what to do, but what can you do? And so we cry and wonder at the big mystery we call life. Why does death choose those who shouldn't go yet? My God! Life is so precious, why do we forget this so often, we are all so fucking fragile! We need to express how much we care to those who mean so much, because in reality I could die tomorrow.

Part of life , the best part of life, is the people who cross our paths and bring that much more light into our daily routine. That is what makes life worth living. The people who love us.