Living. "What does living mean to you?" That's a question I wanted to ask him but never really got the chance. It felt like I was just starting to REALLY get to know him and then everything was over......just like that. My time had run out. I was in darkness. Unable to go back to the life I dreamed of. A life where everything started to feel more....happier? To You...... I know you're probably thinking about me even though you'll never admit it but.....I wanted to tell.....I wanted to tell you something before I died......so I left behind this journal....I hope you read it, you were always having your face in a book so I'm sure you'll read this for me! Oh and don't forget to have your tea next to ya! We both know how much you love it! It's called "Living With Dying"