I'm not your average girl. For awhile, I thought I was but this summer something happened to change that. You see my best friend, who I'd known the whole 16 years of my life, told me he loved me. I didn't know what to say. I loved him, no doubt but I wasn't in love with him. I rejected him. He went to go see his sister. He said he had to get away from this misery. My heart ached for him. I didn't know why hurting him hurt me so much. I didn't know why being away from him was so difficult for me. I didn't know why and then it hit me. I loved him. I tried so hard to call him. I had to tell him. He didn't answer his phone. He rejected my call as easily as I had rejected him. I called and called and called. It had been my tenth time attempting to call when someone answered. It was not him. He was in a car accident and they wanted me to confirm the body. My best friend, the man I love is dead because I was too dumb to see what was there. I love him and hate myself...
R.I.P. John.
I love you, always.