Here’s a fun fact: Teddy Roosevelt’s wife and mother both died on Feb 14th. So while you complain about being alone, let’s remember who really was forever alone on this day.
How bout his journal entry for that day though?
If that doesn’t get you right in the feels, I don’t know what does.
I can’t even imagine the heartbreak he went through that day…
It’s scary to find someone that makes you happy. You start giving them all of your attention because they’re what makes you forget everything bad that’s going on in your life. They’re the first person you want to talk to in the morning and the last one before you sleep just so you can start and end your day with a smile. It all sounds great to have that someone, but it’s scary to think about how easily they could just leave and take that happiness away too when they go.