I'm not sad.
I haven't lost anyone, or had my heart broken, or been close to death. In happy for that. Or at least I thought I was until now.
I have never lost a parent, an uncle, an aunt or even a grandparent. This only makes me that more vulnerable. I don't k ow what it's like to lose, so when I do, it's going to be a shock. I don't have any experience in being sad, because I have an almost perfect life. That is a good thing, right until I lose someone or have my heart broken.
I'm not saying I want to be sad, I'm just saying I want to be prepared, to be experienced, to know how it feels so I know how to cope with it.
So far I have a perfect life, and that is my curse.
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