The saddest thing was that I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the people I loved.
The tears welled up in my eyes as I realized that I had let them down.
I felt a deep sense of regret for every moment I had spent without them.
I missed them so much that I could taste the salt in my own tears.
I thought about how they would be missing me too, and how much they would suffer.
The thought of their pain made me feel even more alone.
I couldn’t bring myself to face the fact that they were gone, and that I had let them down.
I tried to brush off the feeling of sadness and move on, but it always came back to me.
I felt like a failure, a disappointment, and a disappointment in myself.
I thought about how much I needed them in my life, and how much they had meant to me.
But now, as I look back on all of the moments I have missed, I realize that the saddest thing is not the loss of the people I love, but the pain of the loss of the ones I care about.
