My Best FriendHe was my best friend. He never judged me, or did me wrong. He was always there for me and I could tell him anything. Then on February 19, 2010 he died on my bed while I was at school one day. When I got home and found him I felt like a rock was thrown at my heart. It was the worse day of my life. He was 19 and had cancer so it was his time, but I still need him here with me. I go and visit his grave almost every day. I miss him so much every time I hear his name I just burst into tears, I couldn't even use his name in this story.
stoggs032 13-15, F 1 Response 1 Aug 27, 2012