You haven't left your room in days, haven't eaten a thing and I wasn't even sure if you at least drank enough water. This could only mean one thing: Things got too heavy again and you fell into a depressive episode.

Usually, I would give you space but I was worried sick, so I came into your room, slid under the covers with you and held you in my arms, stroking your hair and kissing your forehead.

I don't know what happened love, but when I vowed through sickness and health, I meant it.