"He was my North, my South, my East and West. My working week and my Sunday rest. My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song. I thought that love would last forever. I was wrong."
W.H Auden- Funeral Blues
I was 18 when I met this romantic poem. I thought it was about love, but it could be about family love and friendship.
This media and the whole is just like my baby. Please don't leave me hanging here.