2 deaths in less than a year. One of a best friend one of a grandfather. And it hurts, it hurts so badly, because when I think of one I think of the other and the pain just multiplies.When people say it gets better the second time round it doesn’t apply to this. And these deaths have just made me afraid of pain, afraid to love people because eventually people leave, and then the hurt will just come back. Is loving people worth all this pain? Is it possible to live a contented life without love?