That person whom you trusted throughout most of your adulthood. Through the days, hard and diluted with confusions, seeking his advice; and taking his words as the
final advice you’d ever get.
Your family, your friends, your love – everything on one end, and the words by him would be on other – the only you’d always choose.
It has been lost. I am on my way now. Yes, all alone. No mentor. No faith. And no trust.
But I’d move on. Yes, I’d live, try to be even more focused and determined. But I am hurt. Hurt! So deep.