He was everything I could ask for when we first met. I moved to a new school and met him about a month in and we hit it off right away. When he started to get more comfortable with me, he opened up alot. It turns out he was clinically depressed and I was his only happiness. Me being the person I was, I felt the need to try and save him. I would see him every single day for the whole day because he didn't want me to leave or go anywhere else. I stayed up til 4am some nights on the phone with him making sure he went to sleep when he was scared. I began to sneak out every night to sleep with him and ended up never sleeping myself and becoming extremely tired and unfocused in school. He would tell me stories of attempted suicide which began to haunt me. I still remember coming to his rescue when he cut his whole arm, I ran to his house, found the blade, and throw it in a bush. I never left because I didn't want him to make any decisions he would regret. I was in a really tough position. I finally convinced him one day to get medication. It took time, but things began to get alot better and I was really in love with him. I didn't realize at the time that he was a poor excuse for a boyfriend because he would never pay for anything (I spent hundreds on him.. stupid me) and he would never take me out or do any cute couple things. The relationship ended suddenly when he got back from vacation and decided to stop talking to me 3 days before our 1 year anniversary. He never really gave me a reason, but I'm glad it ended!! Lesson learned for me