I am so glad I left Bucharest.
Some years ago, I left Bucharest to another place. There I had a lot of friends (and now I don't, just that nobody likes me) and even a boy that I really liked. That guy and I were hanging out A LOT, and I could tell he liked me too because we were super cheesy and stuff. He had some mental problems that made him pretty autistic, and people in my school didn't talk to him, but i liked him that way. We moved on some years ago, and I kinda missed him until I forgot everything.
Some days ago, I just found out he died because of pulmonary cancer (nor from inspiring cigarette's smoke or him smoking himself, he had born with it), and I felt really bad. I am so happy I wasn't there when he died because for sure we would get along in less than some weeks since I told him I like him many times and he did so too (so, basically, we were already dating... right?) And i am 100% sure that his death would have broken me into pieces. I am getting over stuff like this very hardly, and I end up hurting myself over things that Ive done in the past that I can no longer fix them, such as saying a sorry or telling somebody something important.
And I am happy, not because he died, but because that I dont think I would ever fall for anybody else if we would have shared 4 years hand in hand.
I am so sorry for his mum, good my mother convinced her to get him a brother, cause if the poor woman didn't have one more kid, she would go insane after her son's death.
To be honest, before finding out about his death, i was thinking of going back sometime and saying hi. I didn't have any of his socials, and I could message him nowhere. Rest in peace, my former beloved.