You don't know, I still remember you.

I heard that the friend who used to be very close with me at elementary school committed suicide a few years ago. It was very shocking. He was the smartest person I ever knew.
I even saw him on the street a few years ago.
I called his name loudly and we smiled. It's been a very long time since we [last] met.
"I'm married. Uhm.. You don't seem married. You aren't right?"
I answered, "No, I'm not married." And we exchanged phone numbers.
"Don't worry, I won't call you!" I laughed and waved goodbye. I thought we could meet someday again.
He was a very special person to me.

In elementary school, I had no friends. I was not interested in friends's small talk.
I coudn't hang out with them. I was always in my own world. My brain was full of a flying umbrellar, flying car, flying clothes.. I might be crazy about flying things. I pretended to hear friends talking, but actually I was not listening. So I couldn't make a proper response, so I just kept my mouth shut.

By the way he was different when we were 13 years old.
At that time two students shared one desk together. He and I were paired up.
The first day, I saw his journal while a teacher was checking our journal.
There's written was only one line written: 'I watched TV. there's a dumpling, so I ate dumpling.'
"What's this? Is this a yesterday's journal?"
I laughed loudly. He didn't try to make a boring story like other children at all.
It was very funny and impressive to me. I really liked him from the first day.
That was not love; we were too young to feel that.
He was a first friend congenial to me in my life. (This sentence is not really clear. Maybe you want to say: "He was my first real friend") Can I call him as 'soulmate'?
Whatever I call him he won't care, because he's dead.

I laughed my head off all day long whatever he said. Everything was so funny whatever he talked about.
A teacher was surprised, 'Hey! You two! Stop talking and laughing'
I was very happy to go to school everyday.

to be continued next time.

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This is so sad. There was someone from my elementary class who committed suicide a few years ago too. We weren't close friends, but we went through all of elementary school and high school together. My parents knew him and really liked him. He was a bit of a class clown, but he was sweet really. It makes me a little sad to think he didn't feel he had anyone to tell how he really felt even though he was really popular. I can't help thinking about it still from time to time (I know it's worse for you since he was your very close friend), and I can't really explain the feeling when I think about it other than melancholy. It raises a lot of "what if?" questions that just go incircles because there are no answers and I don't know how to feel about that. Good friends are hard to come by, and I'm sure you'll never forget about yours.