I didn’t know her favorite food.

I know she liked horses. And I know that she was only 16. Too young.

But I didn’t know what school she went to. Or how she got her eyeliner wings so sharp. Or what her family was like. Or whether or not she made her bed in the mornings. Or whether she liked math or not. Or whether or not she actually liked the food that she made at work.

And now I never will.

She probably didn’t know those things about me either. We hadn’t known each other that long. Not that that should matter.

You never know what someone might be going through. Please don’t wait until it’s too late to find out. Please always be kind. And if you’re like her, please don’t do it.

I promise you someone cares. I promise you that someone you could have barely known will care. We care. I care.

Out of all the things I never got to know about her, one thing I never wanted to know was why she would take her own life. But now I know and she’s gone. Gone too soon.

Please.