Something really personal that i've never shared until now.

I had a friend named Eric that i knew during Elementary School. We talked to each other once in a while when we had the chance. As time went by, we got very distant from each other. We didn't talk for a few years.
A year later after High School Graduation, Eric stopped by my house. He looked different, like something was wrong. I had to tell him that i was busy since i was getting the house ready for a family event. He said ok and he took off. A few days later he committed suicide. I didn't find out about this until two years later when a friend of mine told me.

If I had to choose which was the biggest regret that I have, is not being there for a friend when they needed it the most. I can't change that. And it's been haunting me for the longest time. If i could go back in time, I would go back to that day and I would of just made the time and listened.