He literally died in my arms though they brought him back a few times. He was my soul friend and roommate. There wasn't a day that went by we didn't say "I love you" to each other. I see him everywhere I look. And the horrifying sight of them giving him CPR when his heart stopped right after they got here. He loved and knew me better than anyone else ever had or ever will. I feel incomplete, apart of me will now always be missing.