The girl who reads books on the bus

There was a girl I met in 6th grade, she was nice and read books on the bus, but I didn't talk to her then, no, it wasn't until the following year that I really talked to her, I learned that she was smart and funny, and she slowly became my closest friend. A few weeks later, My mother got angry at me, it sent me into a dark place, I did things that weren't smart. It culminated in me, sitting on my bed tying a knot in a rope and putting around my neck and was prepared to jump. But then I remembered her the girl who read books on the bus, the girl who was the first person I really cared about, the one who's smile could light up a room, She was the one who saved me. I've never told her about this but she is my best friend.