I was very hurt that my best friend was gone.
He's the one who taught me how to get out. He made me stop being antisocial. We went for walks every day. We also spent some time under our favorite tree. I got up because I knew he was waiting. I ran to him as soon as I woke up.
One day he got sick. It was sudden. We're both so young. I was trying to prepare myself mentally for it, but it was no use. How many tears we shed, we were together till the end, the sad end.
If he were alive again, I would tell him I love him. I don't have anyone to get up for anymore.