Today is my best friend's 21st birthday...

And it's so hard.

I woke up and headed to school to study before my final in the afternoon. I got into the parking lot and couldn't stop crying.

He committed suicide a little over four years ago. He was only 16.

Everyone close to me keeps telling me I should be over it. That is has been enough time. That I shouldn't be crying anymore. That he's in a better place.

But what hurts the most is that he, he would have never said those things to me. He gave me comfort in a way no one else has. He has given me a deeper connection than I had ever known. He was my soulmate, in a friendship sense.

I miss him, and I love him more and more each passing day, even after he's been gone for years.