Hours before he died he stood at my bedside and said I love you twice. I didn't respond. Then he asked if I loved him and I just said it's hard to love someone that tells at you all the time. He just walked away. We broke up the day before he died, but you never know when your loved one will be poisoned by Fentanyl. π
Sorry about the subject matter, this is my first time to grieve and I'm not so good at it. I appreciate your help with my struggle. βοΈ
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