What isn't lost for me is my hope; my faith in true love, which was restored and reinforced by someone I lost. I also know myself much better because of this person. I know what I need, want and deserve. I'm wonderful, and I'm beautiful, and I know this even when I don't feel it. I know I'm never alone no matter how lonely I feel. I have memories. I have a purpose.

As strange as this may sound, even the pain of my loss is worth being grateful to have. I just love to feel. I'd rather feel better things but at least there's something.