I hate thinking of him, but I do, I think of how he comforted me when he never knew me, how he accepted my weird thoughts, but I don’t think that way anymore…I’ve thought of dying ever since he left me, ever since 9/14/23…ever since that day I cried my eyes out, my best friend, my comfort, was gone….The person I grew a bond with, the person I cherished. The only person I could trust at that time. But, now I can’t trust anyone because I’m left alone in this world of darkness and hate…The world I’ve hated since I was young, the world I despise of its aspects, the world I was once brought into, I wish to be taken out of, all because I miss him. I miss him so bad I hate it, But I don’t hate it because I love him…He was my platonic soulmate, and I’ll never stop loving that sweet, sweet boy..because I could never hate him.