He gave me a letter, a simple piece of paper wrapped in a white envelope, told me not to open it until the weekend. As my best friend i thought it was some little joke that he always liked to play, my curiosity was ridiculous but i complied to what he wanted. The next morning i found out that my friend had committed suicide. I immediately opened the letter, it was his heart poured onto the paper. Nothing he could have written could justify what he had done, and nothing could take that bullet out of his head. But if i had known earlier what he intended on doing that night, i could have stopped him. i will always wonder what would have happened if i looked into the envelope, what if my curiosity got the best of me and i knew his intentions. i wonder if i opened that letter i would still have a best friend.