I lost everything, but gained everything in a year, then the next I lost everything again. I was lost, I was in a pit that I couldn't see myself getting out of, there was no light at the end of this road. But then he came into my life and that all changed. We were there for each other when we both needed it at our lowest. I needed him and he needed me, but then we didn't need each other anymore. I met someone that I wanted in my life forever, whether it was as friends or more, I didn't care I needed him. We were both fucked up teenagers who needed someone to just be there. This story does not end happily, I was broken, he stitched me back up, but then proceeded to break me again. Was it for the better? I'll never know, but I do know that I met the love of my life, but I owed karma and I paid that in full.