It Wasn't Time YetHe was only 17 years old with brain cancer. He was my best friend, my long lost older brother. We would talk about anything, life, relationships, parents, crushes, anything. He told me he had cancer when we were just hanging out watching some movies. I couldn't breathe my heart stopped. I was so scared and started crying. I fell asleep crying in his arms. The a few weeks we stayed held each other on my bed, we were talking about how we wish dreams were real (hence my name). he wouldn't take kimo because he thought when he goes he goes, and his mom thought the same. Around 6:30pm he went to go take a shower, and I went to the bathroom. And he slipped in the shower, I took him to the hospital and only saw him once the next day with him saying there wasn't much time life. His mother came to me 4 days later saying he was dead. My best friend my brother I had no idea what to do with my life... That was only 3 months ago and I still don't know what to do, i lost like a child lost in a big narcissistic world. im not being strong for him and me. i living because he wont let me die, out of all the times i tried he just wont let be with him again. i feels like i have a gaurdien angel.
I still love you mikey <3