Is it wrong that it still hurts to lose him? That he was still my best friend in spite of everything he put me through?
I just feel so deeply sad about it and then feel guilt about feeling sad. It just feels like now everything I went through was for nothing. I suppose it was just the nature of it that I believed there may be a light at the end of the tunnel. He has mental health issues and would have long stretches of being much better, but then also times of being awful every day.