I just found out that my ex-girlfriend and my best friend (for 2/3 of my life) has a rare cancer that has methastised and has short time. We have loved each other officially or unofficially the whole time and she is the only pearson that cares about me. I can’t explain how angry I’m on myself for being selfish and talking about myself yet she is my complete life. I wish it was me or that we had more time.