Not Quite Over
About a year ago, I lost one of the most important people in my life. My boyfriend Alexx White. He was my eternal love, the man that I'd known for years on end. I loved him with all my being, with all my power, with everything I could manage. But it all came crashing down when I walked through his bedroom door to see him in his fanciest suit, hanging by his belt. He had a box with a ring in his left hand, which apparently was an engagement ring for me. In his death note, he told me that it wasn't my fault, that this was his choice, that he knew I wouldn't have said yes because of his background. Although Alexx had a rough life and a rough upbringing with his father, I would have said yes in a heartbeat. We were of age that we could get married if we chose to, and I would have gotten engaged to him if he asked that day, a week ago, hell even a month ago. I loved him with everything I had, and I'm sure somewhere inside of him that he loved me too. The fact of his suicid...