Is this even normal? Is this part of the process? To feel bad for him, for his situation, for his choices? Not that I feel ‘bad’ in a bad way, but I feel bad in a more I-understand-your-situation-and-I-feel-bad-that-you-had-to-go-through-it. I’m glad though that he finally found someone who makes him happy, who makes his days shorter and that he has reasons to wake up everyday. I hope he also finds the good in the ‘why’ of going and living there. I mean come on, if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have met her. As much as this is a process for me, it should be same to him as well. You know, when I think about him now, I smile. I’ve learned a lot and it was all because of him.