Today started out okay for me. I got up and got ready for my early class and thought that today would be better than the past two depressing days that I have had. Things were going on fine until I checked my phone and read the last text messages that Karl sent an hour before he died. As I read them memories of us being silly together flood my thoughts and my heart began screaming at God with rage for taking my first love, my all. I realize that I have been hiding away from things that remind me of him, because then I won't have to face the fact that he is never coming home again. I keep asking why was God so cruel to take Karl from me. We had so many plans and hope and dreams. I know God has a purpose for everything, but I can't see it all!