He was my childhood friend, knew him when I was 8. He is one of the few good things sister Leech gave me. Also, he was my first love.

I recall I would try to visit every summer, or he would come to my home. It was fun, and all though we were miles apart, we still seemed close as ever.

We would play, and also, he was the one to get me into video games. Heck! When I was thirteen he organized a pre-quiciañera since he knew he wouldn’t be there. Every birthday, he would call at 6 am, just to wish me a happy birthday.

We used to have half hearts with our iniciales made of silver, and people would laugh at us.

My friends tried to get close to him, it angered me a lot...I felt as they were stealing the only light I had at that time.

This all came to an end when I turned 15. He did not call that day, the first time he seemed to break away from that. I cried, I felt horrible, eventually he sang me a message on facebook, but it was the last time we spoke.

Though, I miss my best friend, I know he is ok. That is more than enough.