I came to USA about 7 years ago. In my country, Cuba, it was like hell, I was about to commit suicide if I had to stay there. Im gay and my parents hated me because of that and the society was extremely homophobic. I was poor, shy, lonely, ugly, weird with no friends and awfull life. But then, I had a reason to live: I had the most wonderful boyfriend in the world. He was extremely cute, intelligent, perfect. We had the same interests and goals in life. We loved music, the art, books. We studied the same career and we wanted to join our lives forever. He was my only hope. When I had the possibility to leave the country I had to take a difficult decision. He insisted that I should go on and leave him behind. In Cuba I had no life, but in USA I could have lots of possibilities and maybe he could join me someday. He insisted and I agreed and left. I cant never forget the moment I saw him for the last time, we were so sad, we wanted to hold each others forever, we didnt know if we could meet again. And all these years since I left were emotionally very difficult. I could make a wonderful life in USA, I made all my dreams come truth, but he was not there with me. We both tried to forget but we couldnt. We were made one for the other and our lives had no sense separated. One year ago, he took a boat and risked his life trying to sail to USA to be here with me. But an accident happened and he drowned in the coast of Miami and died. Now I just want to die. I have a younger brother here who needs me and thats the only reason I havent killed myself yet, but sometimes I just cant anymore, Im not alive, Im broken in pieces, there is no pain comparable with my suffering. One year since then and I dont sleep, I dont think, the world is down and Im not the same person anymore. When we were so close to the happiness, I just received his dead body and had to bury the most wonderful person ever existed, the one I loved the most, the only one who had ever loved me and could make me happy.