David- the one person I knew
He was my best friend since forever, I don't even know how it even started. We would always be together, doing crazy random things, lying on the roof looking up at the stars. I knew he loved me too. He would randomly stop look at me straight in the eyes, and say "you make me so happy". I loved the way he held me in his arms every summer we met, or how he looked at me.
We made promises, to go out and be together someday, since we lived in different states and could only see each other in the summers. "Go to college, be roomies" always said. I really believed him that we would do all those things. Like we existed, only us- and everyone else just pretends to. He really cared, not only for me but for my past, and my personality. I did for him too. The way he thought still mesmerizes me today.
Being together would've been heaven on earth, but.. not knowing what could have happened kills me inside now.
My David died, lost forever a year ago. By suicide. He's gone now. And he took a part of me with him.

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