With Ah Bow's absence, the sorrow I feel compounds.
Whenever I am sad, I look at him, and see that he's happy in his own little world. Why could I not be content to live in mine?
Now he's gone.
Perhaps he was not as happy as I have made him out to be.
Perhaps that's why he left. The things that I have not done and done.
I think back to slightly more than 2 months ago, 71 days today to be exact, and the things someone has told me, the things that I have done, the things that I have not done, that made him unhappy, and, in consequence, has made me unhappy. That's why the happiness ended. My fairy tale ended.
Could I have done things differently? Perhaps. Then perhaps things won't be as they are now.
I won't have to type while tears stream down my face.