I wish I knew you better. I wish I wasn't shy to talk to you. I can't believe this is happening. I'm praying night and day for you to get better and walk into school the next day with a smile on your face like you always do. Even though I don't know you as well as others, I care about you just as much as they do. You're such a nice and sweet person. One of the nicest and sweetest I've met. Why I was so shy to talk to you I don't know. But when you grabbed my hand and said, "We should talk more." I agreed. Now that I look back and think about those words. I don't know what to feel. I'm numb. Don't go. Please. You can make it. Everyone's praying for you. You're a strong person. You can make it. I'm praying like crazy. Something I don't do often. You're important to so many people. You've effected so many people. Come back, dear. I miss you. Even if we didn't talk much, I miss seeing you around school. Come back. Please.