La enseñanza de mi ex acerca de que quieres lograr en vida finalmente

I have been reading a book he gave me. He said it was one of his favorite books. I thought I might be capable to feel closer to him as I was before, if I finish reading it. I still have a half to go, yet realized that his love for me was profound, universal, and real, and his entity was something always inspired me to do positive things for us and others that I would’ve never been able to attain without his being by my side. It was a precious thing in life I had taken for granted for a long time. It was him that I had longed for.

How many more will I have to lose in my life to realize it was the one I really cared about? Is life supposed to be that pathetic?