He's really gone forever. Whenever I was depressed and wanted to die he was the one I would call. What do I do now? He was the best person I've ever known in my entire life. He loved me unconditionally, and understood my mental illness. Why do the good ones always have to go so soon?

I feel so alone. His girlfriend is the only other friend I had and she's grieving so deeply right now. It's hard to even talk about how much I miss him. Even though me and him knew each other longer, he was her lover. It's a different kind of loss for her. It's so hard to see. I have ignored my own grief but today it hit me so hard. I keep thinking I hear him. I wanna talk to him so badly.