I would like to start off by saying this isn't a sad story.

Some of you may say "Of course it is", you may argue, you may feel wronged.

But it's not.

The definition of 'sad' is "feeling or showing sorrow; unhappy".

This story is not unhappy.

Many times we were happy.

We loved, and laughed, and smiled.

Our hearts raced and the sun rise was beautiful.

A story is not unhappy because of such a trivial thing like sickness or death.

After all, we all die in the end of our lives. 

Does that mean our lives were all pointless, and worse, 'sad'?

This is a happy story.

This is our story.