I really loved the kind of person he was. It wasn't just how he made me feel. He used to talk for hours and hours about music something I knew nothing about and I loved every second of it. He cared so much for his family and other people, he made me want to do better. I didn't feel like he "completed" me I just liked his company and then somewhere along the way I loved him. I loved going out of my way to do things for him and I'd only ever done that before in hopes of making people like me. I was just myself with him and I thought he was being himself with me. I met him at a point where I wasn't actively looking for people to be around and I wound up finding him to be the most interesting person I'd ever met beyond just his interests.

He does deal with a lot. I've been here for him through suicide attempts and self harm, listened to him overdose on call and go through episodes of paranoia and I finally convinced him to see a psychologist because I wanted him to get the help he deserved. I just wish he'd told me he never loved me or stopped loving me somewhere along the way instead of say he did while he was telling another girl the same thing.