I looked up the name of someone that died from suicide around 4 years ago and found that people made a facebook page for him.
This person was my friend’s brother. And his dad still misses him now and then. I felt an ache in my chest thinking about his death, and I just cried a bit for it.
I don’t know this person. But I missed him and whatever he could’ve been. If he is still around, he would’ve been 22 this year. I want to hug him.
A, you never get to know me but I miss you. I miss you so much.