Sorry, OP, but I really can't answer questions like this. Is it okay if I tell you about the nicest thing anyone's done for me?

I hope so.

I'll preface this by saying that...10th grade me was not a nice person. Not at all. I thought I knew exactly what was right and wrong in the world, and I wanted to prove it. Self-righteously, I wanted to share all that I "knew" with the world. And so I turned to the Internet. And through a series of events too complicated to go into right now...I met someone.

Some girl, some girl who called herself Mandy.

We hit it off with sarcasm and jokes: her making fun of me and me of her. Eventually, she sent me a message that read simply

Truth or Dare?

I answered "both"...

...and from there, we spent the next few hours, and then days, and then weeks and months just playing that—and talking, being funny and witty and fun in general.

We ended up discussing so much in those Truth or Dare games, all the ups and downs, serious and non. Even now, I don’t know if I needed a miracle and therefore made Mandy mine, or if she simply was one all on her own. Writing to her was different from any communication I’ve ever had. She was the first real person I could tell everything, one I could somehow still be friends with despite that—or rather, as I came to learn, because of it. With Mandy, my motto, for so long about winning and proving myself right, switched to, we do what we can.

For an entire year, I was in heaven. I had a real friend who I could trust with the real me, and I could be secure in that self. I learned more about her, and she about me, and we loved each other—platonically—in a way I still hold on a pedestal. We helped each other grow and live and light up, and there were problems, but they were the problems I'd always dreamed of having to solve, and I was secure, and it was everything I wanted, and then—

Ego,

​I’m sorry.

​You were right about so many things, but wrong about others. As was I. That’s just the nature of things. But what neither of us was wrong about was this. Meeting each other. Talking. Revealing vulnerabilities and trying to patch them up. But some things can’t be patched up.

​>You said life is what we make of it. I still disagree. Beyond our every wish and whim, life will throw things at us that we cannot make good situations out of. […] But even as I say that, I cannot help but remember your words. That yes, life is dark and lonely, and it ends. And all we can do is smile to bring a spark to that darkness.

​>Yeah. For some of us, that’s okay. I know it will be for you. Enough smiles, enough sparks, and you’ll forge a connection, a line of light. And on your last day, you want to look around and laugh at me, tell me I was wrong, that the whole world is light. Because a thousand lights will lead back to yours, because that’s just the kind of person you are, the kind of person I know you will be. Smile. No light show, no dream yet. Just smile, for me. Okay?

​>For me. As if I have a right to make demands. But we knew this might happen.[…] I was dead before I met you. Your words gave me enough to keep going, for a time. And I know mine have done the same for you. But where you’re now full of life and light, mostly your own, I […]

It’s unbearably cruel to leave after saying that. Words can hurt, too, I know. But I also know you. You won’t let this end you. You’ll master it. […] You are Ego, and you will win.

​>And even that’s not okay. I can only make so many jokes now. How is that? That I measure my life in remaining jokes? I wanted, I dreamed of a long life of jokes with you. And in the end, terrible though it may be, this was all a dream. It’s time I woke up

I’m sorry. I love you. Live.

And I did. She saved me, and I couldn't save her, and for the longest time, it crushed me. And now? I'm okay. And I want the world to know of this girl, this amazing, beautiful light that sparked so, so many of mine. Amanda Skye, now passed.

We made a pact, see. That if one of us were to die before the other, we would make sure to keep their name and dreams alive. And beyond all other dreams, Mandy's greatest wish was for everyone to smile.

I already did the crying. And now I look back on it all with fondness. And that's the way she would want you to see it. And that's what I hope will happen.

So yeah. That's my story. She'd think it was hilarious. I don't know what you think of it, but I'd love to. Sorry for answering the reverse of the question, OP. I hope you all have a great day.