I found out that an old friend / boyfriend from high school died. He and I were more like FWB, never a serious boyfriend. But we were each other's first sexual partners, enjoyed each others company, and had a lot of fun and shared a lot of good talks. I moved away and hadn't seen or talked to him for 30 years. We kept in touch for a few years after graduating, but it was a lot harder before the internet and cell phones, so we eventually lost touch. He went to a different school, so we didn't have a lot of mutual friends either. He went to an Ivy League college, which I knew, and ended up getting a Master's as well. Turns out he developed an alcohol addiction and strruggled for years. He eventually took his own life. I haven't seen him for so long, but I'm truly sad. I'm sad that a lot of people who knew him never knew the person I did. His handsome smile, his kindness, his ambition. Rest easy, Matt. See you on the other side.