I'm Sofie, I'm 16 years old, and on November 5th 2015 I lost my friend to Osteosarcoma. 

In the past, I've moved to different states and countries. As a kid its hard to not have anything be set. I dont have lifelong friends, and my sibling is young enough to have only gone through one of these moves with me. I've done it all alone for the majority of my life. The thing i've found to help the most with these moves, is to find a home. A person, place, or thing that makes me feel loved and secure. I don't remember much of my freshman year of high school, however I do remember spending the majority of my time sitting upstairs with a bunch of sophomore boys. I have no memory of how I became friends with these boys or how they became my home, but they did. They quickly became my people to confide in and love with my all. One of them just happened to have Osteosarcoma. I had never dealt with cancer in my life, and didn't know how to offer my love without being overbearing or cliche. So, I did what any other 14 year old girl would do. I treated him like anybody else, and often forgot about his illness. He and I spoke daily, joking, laughing, and probably talking about a dumb fact. He was my person, and I was hopefully his. I didn't know much about his illness, but I was too scared to ask. He was in remission, so I assumed he could kick cancer's *** again. The year before he passed, we spoke less as he became more ill, often tweeting and telling people he didn't have energy to look at his phone or go out. We of course checked in with each other, however I didn't think to reach out more, fearing that I would overstep my boundaries. That is my biggest regret. I loved Bobby with my whole heart, and I can only hope he knows that. It's hard living without a piece of your home and your heart, but I know he's up there happier than he ever could have been on earth with me. To Bobby: I'll see you soon, and I'll love you forever.