DEAR: While I, on the other hand remained dumbfounded, confused and devastated. What was I supposed to do now? What was I supposed to do with this jar that I hold onto ever so dearly? Where will I pour its contents if not onto him once it overflows? To whom shall I hand this jar now? It's still a thought that haunts me yet again, until today. It's the worse feeling. Although all I wish for him is to be happy, I just can't help myself from feeling sad over all my feelings that I felt, at that time, like they had gone to waste.