#Fuck2016 is trending on Twitter, and I agree.
I can't believe you are in the ground.
I can't believe you are the second ex from high school who appears to have died of suicide.
I can't believe we never talked about these feelings of hopelessness. How did we hide them from each other?
Because I was there too. I wanted things to just stop hurting. I wanted to not feel like I wanted to die anymore. I just wanted the pain to go away.
Things are far from perfect, but it was worth sticking around. I'm so, so sorry you found it too painful to do so.
I wanted to lose my virginity to you. We tried, I got too nervous, it didn't work. You were patient.
You never knew about the subsequent assault, in between times we went out.
I didn't realize how significant a role you played in my healing. You were the first guy I went out with who never pressured me, who let me do things on my terms. I went back and forth on you, I saw other people and then went back to you when I felt like it, and you were always OK with it. And when I decided I wanted to just be friends, you were OK with that too.
I wish I had known the kind of pain you were in. I wish I could have comforted you. I wish I would have thought to reach out to you and say hello, instead of having you simply occupy a fond space in my memory.