I found the one reason I keep my heart beating. The only person that makes me smile and be happy. He is the guy I have liked for over a year now. Turns out he liked me for about the same time. Actually he would kill himself if I died, and I’d do the same. He’s really nice, but has a bit of a weight problem. My friends all make fun of him because of it and his laugh. It really upsets me that not one of them care about the fact that I love him, and he loves me.