Little things. Little talks, endless conversations. Little laughs, great accomplishments. Progress, just two more steps. Balance, struggles. Shared interests, deep topics. Depression, stress, troubles.. Balancing, tight rope, snap, fall… lonely, isolation. Sadness, missing. Confused, lost. Anger, upset. Acceptance, blank. 

All of these tell a story of how one person meant the world to me to the tragic story of a suicide. To make him laugh was always my goal, to talk and find out more about him was my favorite thing. Him making my day with a simple joke or post and mine doing the same for him. 

Helping him cheer up when he was down was my biggest accomplishment. When he helped me, I felt great. But soon our tightrope, holding us together, holding everything we balanced on it, snapped… Everything fell. Our conversations, our jokes, our advice and posts.

Everything fell except my memories, floating in the clouds that I look up to every day, thinking of my best friend. I'm sorry I couldn't save you. I love you and I miss you.

RIP Daniel (Danny)