A Few Hours Too Late10 Jul, 2013 02:54 AM
I've always had a good life. My parents are together, I have a big family and lots of friends, and I never had a rainy day. The worst that happened to me was when we had to move for my dad's job. We moved practically every two years. My friends weren't close enough to me for me to miss them terribly until i started high school.
My first class was full of people i knew. There were also many i didn't know. By the end of the semester most everyone in that class was on my good side. It was one of those days when the class goes to the computer lab to work and you're able to choose where you sit. There was one guy i didn't know. We'll call him Sam. I decided to sit with him. People say eyes are the windows to the soul. The first thing he said when i sat down was, "i don't like you." I remember he had the most beautiful eyes. When he spoke that first sentence i finally understood the old saying. I just knew that i wanted to get to know this guy so i used every opportunity to talk to him.
Months later i had a best friend. It was kind of crazy how alike we were. The biggest difference (besides gender) was that i was a friendly person and he was shy. I was his only friend, he was my most treasured one. To this day i still can't figure out how someone as perfect as Sam wasn't just a magnet. He always had the right words and the right ideas and was gentle and sweet and impossible to forget.
I promised i would never leave him. I couldn't, because if i did it would tear me to shreds. It's funny, that lines like that sound so cheesy and cliche but when you truly know the feeling, there's no other way to word it. But sadly, time turned evil and it was only a matter of days before my dad's job would rip me from the one person in the world that got lodged in my heart. About two years after the move, we weren't in touch so much because of school and work and stuff. I decided to check in on him one day. But i never got a reply. The day before, he had committed suicide for reasons he never shared with even me. All there was was one note that read, "i miss her."
It's nearly too painful to type, but it will forever haunt me to know that if i had just said something too. maybe "hi" a few hours earlier, the most wonderful and beautiful person I've ever known would still be alive.