I was lost and wandering, Past the point of help.  You found me. You fixed me.  You loved me. You cared.  But now you're gone.... And it's my fault...    

Want what is supposed you can´t have… 

It's the trying matters of fixing a broken relationship that exhausts him...

  Love is a funny thing, isn't it?   Love comes a

  One whole year, three hundred sixty-five days to heal and forget yet here he was, still being torn apart.            This is a short sequel for my other one shot, Three Hundred Fifty-Six. Also check out