I didn't take care about him well. Once when we have been already together he said to me that he wished to die, that he couldn't see any future for him ( his mother ordered him to move) and he said that my pain would go away quickly and he was saying goodbye. That day I saved him, he stayed with me. He lived a while in my house. Why didn't I save him again?
You cannot imagine how I wish now to take care about someone, to save another person...
This picture shows my feelings, I think:
Now I am listening to the albums of Secret Garden, almost all the time. If you want listen to just a sample, you can: