Person 4: Kyle

Ah, Kyle. Kyle was my best friend when I was 14. I was in love with him, or as much as I could be at 14. We got closer and closer, until I finally told him that I had a crush on him. And that was about the time that he told me he was gay.

It was hard to take that. I really thought that he liked me, and it turned out that he was more compatible for my little brother. After that phone call, our friendship went pretty stagnant. I got busy with school and tried to forget about him. Eventually I called him up finally and he told me that he was planning on killing himself. I told him that I loved him, but I didn't do anything beyond that because I was scared. Luckily, he never went through with it. But after that I felt so guilty that I pushed him far away and refused to be around him anymore. Really I was ashamed and scared of him wondering why I never did anything.

Because of Kyle, I know to take people seriously, to express my love for them, to follow the spirit when I feel prompted to call someone, and to act in a way that I will not later feel guilty or ashamed about something that I did or did not do.

I still think of Kyle. I worry about him. And I hope he's happy and thriving, although for some reason I'm doubtful.