I had the things that I never had before when I was a child... But the change of my success is to lost him in my arms. You choose to let go of me because you think it makes me happy.... The thing I called my dream... Yes..... that time it is my happiness. But whe I lost him I realized my life is never be happy if without him.... It is true you always see the value of a thing when the time, you lost it. Do I get him back? Or I lost him forever?