There was this boy I played with when I was a kid. He lived right down the street. All of the kids on the block played together back then. It was always bikes to the park, and swing sets in the back yard. Years later, we grew up. We stopped talking. We made different friends. He was into basketball and I was a nerd. We grew apart and it never bothered me. Until one day, I found out he committed suicide. Because we were in very different stages in our lives, I never expected this. I didn't expect to see such similarities between us. I was dreaming of a similar end for myself.... and because he chose this way himself, it stopped me in my tracks. Even though suicide goes through my mind every day, I now realize the importance of the time that I spend here. I moved away before he died. We hadn't spoke in years. I regret that more than anything. I wonder if he thought of me missing him. He probably didn't realize how much us hanging out as kids meant to me. I'll never let that happen with anyone else. I want everyone to know how much they mean to me. And that they will be missed. I miss you Rob. I'm so sorry. Goodbye.