I remember the boy who sat all by himself under the tree on a hot's summer day.
He always sat by himself and he hated company.
That was, until the day I asked him if I could join him.
There was always something different about him.
And I liked that about him. He wasn't like everyone else.
Sure, he was negative. He always had a negative approach to life.
We became close, We became good friends.
We thought alike. We were two birds of a feather.
I started liking him. But I never told him. I always made sure I showed it, though.
He was always so depressed and doing things he shouldn't do.
And I made sure that I was there to help him out of that.
I wanted him to have a good life.
I really cared about him.
But one day, he told me he liked me.
More than a friend.
And then, I had feelings for someone else.
I didn't want to be his girlfriend. I didn't want to ruin the friendship.
Yet, he threatened to kill himself.
It sucked. It sucked so badly.
I felt so bad.
But I knew it was the right thing to do.
I knew I was his only source of joy.
But without me, his identity blossomed.
And although I don't know where he is right now,
I do know that he is okay.