I knew him for six years, and when he moved to Toronto we stayed in
touch, txting everyday, and calling on the weekends. he
was my best friend. I trusted him,i loved him.May 14 12:48 he
passed away. he killed himself.i was the last one talking to him.
he txted me for hours that night before he did it. when i stopped
txting he promised he wasn't going to do anything dumb. he said
he was fine. but i guess something changed...the point of this
story is not to make you feel sorry for me. it is to
make you see that you never know when someone is going to leave
your life. i planned on having him around all my life, i
thought i would have years to tell him the things i wanted to, but
now i can't. tell the things you want people to know. you never
know when you will lose them. and don't let those words be
hateful. because you never know what those words could make someone
do.