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My goal was to post a blog with a picture I have taken and somehow try to correlate a bond between the two, no matter how small or big the bond it may be.

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There is no picture I have taken, or could take, to express what I am about to say.

Someone who meant a lot to me died today. I never really believed that something like that would happen to me. You see it happen to people everywhere, and you think to yourself, 'Oh God, that's terrible. I don't know what I would do if I was in their shoes.'

I don't know what to do. I am completely and utterly crushed.

It all started freshman year. I was having a bad day at school and started crying at lunch. He came up to me, not knowing who I was, and sat down. He then started rubbing my back and asked who upset me. Finding out who it was, he got up, went over to their table, and chewed them out (after eating all of their food). Ever since that day, I knew he was someone everyone could love.

The past few months, him and I became closer. We would talk every day, seeing each other in the hallways and saying hello. Him being a popular student, that was kind of a big deal to me. I'd sit with him in class and talk, joke, sing...

It will be a very long time before I am able to listen to "Love Lockdown" without bursting into tears.

Our last day of school was yesterday. My last class I had was with him. We talked for most of the period after we finished the test.

He asked me to grab his shoes off a desk and hand them to him.

His response when I gave them to him was 'Thanks. I love you.'

The bell rang, and we walked out of the classroom. We talked about something random and I stopped at my locker down the hall. I said, 'Have a good summer, Mike!' and he said 'You too!'

I watched him walk away and turn the corner.

I remember thinking to myself... Wow. I am going to miss him this summer. I'll have to make sure to stop in at Wendy's and say hi.

I never would have thought that my last conversation with him would be so simple. So boring. So unimportant to most.

I now hold that dear to my heart. NOTHING will ever take that away from me.

NOTHING.

The shock and the pain and the horror... it's about too much for me to bear. Call me dramatic, call me too emotional, call me whatever you want to.

The day my grandmother died, I vowed that I could never feel so empty and lonely again. Never would I feel those depths of sadness in my heart.

The death of Mike King has done it.

I love you. I miss you. Rest in peace, buddy.

You'll always be a hero in my eyes. <3