“When I was a freshmen in high school, I was very depressed, and I would cut in order to deal with it. My close friends knew and didn’t care. A boy named James who I’ve always known but never really talked to saw me crying one day, and discovered my cuts. He sat with me telling me jokes and cheered me up. From then on he would call me every night and sometimes I’d help him sneak into my room and we would just sit there and watch TV or play video games. We just enjoyed each others company, we never did anything sexual or kissed, we were just good friends and he was there for me.
Inevitably, we fell in love. but our relationship and friendship was a secret, no one else knew, because our friends were so different, I didn’t think anyone would accept it. We continued on this way until the summer of 2009, when a tumor was found in James’ brain. He was diagnosed with brain cancer and because very sick. I had felt guilty, since he would tell me that he loved me, but I wouldn’t say it back because the idea of love and commitment scared me so much. So I made a plan in the beginning of April 2010, that I would show up to visit him in the hospital on May 3rd, his 18th birthday. I would bring him flowers and tell him that I loved him and that I wanted to be in a relationship with him.
On April 29th my math class was interrupted by an announcement telling us that James had passed away that morning. He died four days before his 18th birthday, and I never got the chance to tell him that I love him. I still love him to this day, and since it’s almost a year that he’s been gone, there is nothing I regret more than not telling him that I love him.
So I don’t want anyone to make the mistake that I did, make sure that those you love know that you love them, because you never know how much time you have left with them. And once you truly love someone, you never stop loving them.”
Thank you very much to our anonymous submitter. This is a truly moving story and our hearts go out to him and his family.