Break Ups Hurt, But What's Even Worse?

This:

Knowing a guy since you were 3.
Being best friends growing up.
Starting to go out just months before I had to move half way across the country.
He was abused by his dad, he had depression, and his mom left him when he was young. He was extremely bullied because he had emotional fits in school.
You call him everyday to hear the voice that calms you when you're sad, that wipes all your fears away, though it doesn't fill that void, that void, of not being able to feel him, or hug him, but you don't pay attention enough to the fact that you at least have his comforting voice...

Then, he doesn't call. He doesn't answer. He doesn't reply to emails. It all stops.

Then you get the new that the love of your life, your best friend, your everything, has committed suicide.

Your life comes crashing down around you.
You don't know how to feel anything but sadness.
Emptiness.
Now you wish you didn't take him for granted, now you wish you cherished every moment to the full extent.

But nothing can change the fact that he's dead.

Nothing.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me


This has happened to me.
My love, Jared.
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