I am strong. I can handle anything, or so thought. What I couldn't handle was the love of my life and best friend walking away from me right in front of my eyes. She not only walked away but she also died. And it's all my fault. I had always teased her about things. At first it was just for fun but then it grew to something more. She had always thought that I did it for fun and at first that was true, but then it became the only way I could she my love for her.
It really hurts to know that I still had so much to say to her and she still walked away. It's still hard to get up in the morning for school just knowing she's not going to be there because of me. It's even harder to force myself to smile everyday so I don't worry anyone. It's hard not to see her everywhere and in every little thing I do. I always think that maybe if I hadn't met her she would still be alive today and that maybe if I hadn't loved her I wouldn't be hurting so much.
"If only I hadn't told her I lov