Allan was sent to me, and I was sent for him. I love that man, with all my heart and soul. I always thought of us as being like next door neighbour pieces in a jigsaw; each bringing unique strengths, but fitting together to form a stronger, bigger bond and a better picture. When Allan died, a bit of me died too, and just a little bit more of me dies every single day since. Allan was my precious gift from Love, and I believe I was his. I was so happy, I forgot that there might have been a catch... If I took my own life, would I be reunited with you? Would you think badly of me my sweet man? I feel so alone and lost without you. Yes, I work and am ostensibly getting on with things, but I spend my time in between work trying to grieve for you and prepare myself for being happy chappy so everyone thinks how well I'm doing. Yes I'm coping, but without you Precious mister I don't see the point. Love you always, surrounded by memories of you and missing you each minute of every single day