Thank you for saving my life everytime you did. It's hard looking back and realizing how young I was when it all began. No twelve year old should ever feel the way I did, worthless and that suicide was the only way out. I can't thank you enough for noticing my hurt when no one else did. The countless hours we would stay and talk about anything we wanted to and listened to each other's music. And even though you're gone, I just want you to know that people like you are the reason why I'm still here. I love you, Wade.