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.