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He Spent the Last Night of His Life With Me

I met my boyfriend, Andrew, on a chat app in 2013. He was also bipolar and diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder (PSTD). His father had killed himself when he was young. And then, his brother killed himself. Andrew is the one who found his body. His mother died from cancer when he was 30. He was obsessed with the movie the “Bridge” about suicides and the Golden Gate Bridge. He loved orange pants, eyebrow maintenance and Niagara Falls. His family were Jehovah’s Witnesses, so he didn’t really get birthday cards growing up. That’s why they meant the most to him.

I was born a week after Valentine’s Day and he was born a week before Christmas Eve. I remember him pointing that out to me. Andrew would tell me how he felt like “Good Luck

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