Each time I see a poster of an obituary, I always say to myself "it could have been me." This life is not promised and won't be forever. Gradually, you see all your loved ones die and fade away. The only thing you have is memories of them enclosed in your hearts and in photo albums. When you think of them, you have this heartache and void that can never be filled. I guess life sometimes comes with this emptiness that's hard to explain. Sometimes, you feel the tiny sobs wail down your throat but you never cry, and then other times, the cry comes out like a burst with uncontrollable tears rolling down your cheeks. We must all die the say but we never know when and that's what makes it even scarier. It could come on your happiest day or on your saddest day and then, it leaves you breathless. Death comes like a thief at night and robs you off your soul, the most valuable thing that shows that you're human because without it you wouldn't exist and know what...