Journey to happiness.

“I am very sorry to inform you that your daughter won’t be able to walk again.” Those were the words my doctor chose to inform my parents that their only daughter was paralyzed.
“He’s gone.” Those were the ones my mom chose, to inform me that my boyfriend is no more alive.
“Honey, at least you’re still alive.” And these were others someone said to try and console me.
I am no more the Amber they all knew and maybe loved. I used to be a happy teenager and I loved the life I had.
But now, I lost everything I cared the most about. How is that not death, again?
What words are going to give me my life back? None.
That's what I thought, until I met him.