8 days, 8 letters

I knew him for eight days.
He gave me slippers every time we meet.
He gave me advices that I badly needed.
He comforted me like he also knows me.
He was a stranger yet we have a connection.
We felt the same way.
Both of our lives sucked.
We hated living.
But for the eight days that I knew him, everything changed.
But like what I said that life sucks, life sucks. He left.
Eight days, eight letters.
Eight letters, infinity.