The more I write this story the more I hate to write it, but can't stop.
Guess why, Benny.
Because I write good memories, but I don't know which one of our memories were real and which ones were fake.
When we went on our first roller coaster together at the fair.
"I had a blast! I'm so glad that your my best friend forever!"
Those were your exact words. Do you not know the definition of forever?
It means you should be here, you should. Not wherever you are!
So many people miss you. Everybody cared for you.
Benny, what made you do it?
