We’d put a deposit on a flat the week before I lost him. That’s the part people can’t get their heads around. George had plans. We’d picked out the flat with the bay window. We were arguing — properly arguing about whether we could get a dog after the move. He wanted a Labrador. I said no way we have no space. He was 26. A sparky. Saved every spare penny for our future. The last full conversation we ever had was about dog names. Then he was gone, and I’m left with a flat I can’t bear to live in and a future that just... stopped. Everyone says there must have been signs. But how do you square it? A man doesn’t put a deposit on a flat if he’s planning to leave. He doesn’t argue about Labradors. I’ve gone round and round it for 14 months and I’ve come to understand the thing nobody warns you about — sometimes they’re drowning while they’re still making plans. The future is the mask. Right up until it isn’t. Last week I was sat in the gym car park, couldn’t face going in. A guy walked past, George’s age, hood up after a session. The back of his hoodie said: “Dear person behind me, the world is a better place with you in it.” I sobbed in my car. Because what if George had read those nine words from a stranger on the night it all became too much? I looked it up. Live2Live. Started by a woman who lost her sister the same way I lost Georgie. A portion of every sale goes to mental health nonprofits. I wear mine every day now. For every man who’s still making plans and still struggling. If that’s you — please stay. Tell someone. You are enough. For George ❤️ #youareenough #checkonyourmates #mentalhealthmatters #theworldisbetterwithyouinit #mensmentalhealthawareness - @live2liveapparel