This is for Andrew, who died much too soon.

I didn't know you as well as your friends, but I sat by you for all of our last year in high school.

We didn't talk much, but I still knew things about you; your favorite band was HIM, and you always wore that sweatshirt with their logo on it.

You were quiet, much like me, but when the chance came, you had a sarcastic sense of humor which people really loved.

I remember the last year you were here like it was just a few days ago.

Yeah, it was only last year, but sometimes I wish I could remember more about those times.

You were always there outside, usually reading something, until either me or Bryan would come and talk to you.

You wouldn't stay very long because you were only waiting for the bus to come and take you home.

I remember though, it was almost exactly a year ago to this day when I heard what happened to you.

You liked trains, something I didn't know about until after you died, but that's how you decided to end your life, seeing one of the things you liked most come straight at you.

Why did you think your life was so meaningless that you had to go and end it?

I've seen your best friend nearly every day at school since you died, and he's always depressed.

He really misses you and hasn't had the easiest time with life.

I just wish I could have helped you, or you would have realized how there are people who do care about you, now and then.

Even though you've appeared in my dreams a few times since last year, it's just not the same.