He was my North, my South, my East and West
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song.
"I’m tired of living unable to love anyone. I don’t have a single friend - not one. And, worst of all, I can’t even love myself. Why is that? Why can’t I love myself? It’s because I can’t love anyone else. A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else."