"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I don’t know what to say. I feel like the most important things are the ones you can’t say. This is actually something I should have done awhile ago. This is something I should have said awhile ago. You have taught me so much over the six years I was lucky enough to call you my friend. You were so young and so innocent and so genuine and so full of joy and so alive and I’m just happy I got to witness it firsthand.
You had many accomplishments and achievements however I remember you telling me that having great friends was one of your biggest ones. And to this day I feel like there wasn’t enough dinners or shows or movie nights I wish I could have shared with you. I wish I could have told you how I really felt when you tried to hold my hand that Sunday or the way my stomach felt when you touched my back.
I think I was just scared.
But this letter is a regret.
Because we all have regrets.
We all have moments we take for granted,
In cities we take for granted,
With people we take for granted.