We met each other when we were 12. Though, he was closer to 13 than I was. Instantly, we fell in love. Or say-what we thought was love.- Out story began at a young age; but ended when he died because no one cared about his feelings, not even me. Was it my fault? I began digging deep into what our relationship was and looked over all the missed signs of depression. He cared about me and I was selfish. But was I? Did I really not care about him at all?