I almost lost myself

I lost you
Your illness affected us both.
Your illness infected us both.

It doesn’t seem right that we both have to heal from this on our own. We must tend to our wounds mournfully in solitude, remembering the good times. We even look back fondly at the tsuris we endured over the past two years.

I miss you more than you know.

I always said I wanted to be your friend, no matter what.

I think I lost you, and when I was trying to find you again, I almost lost myself. . .

(That last sentence really, really sums up how I feel and what I'm going through right now)