"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’m so sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me the most. I’m sorry I gave up on you when I pinky promised I wouldn’t. But it was too hard to sit there and watch you turn into someone I could hardly even recognize anymore. You gave up on yourself a long time ago and I didn’t see it until it was too late. There was nothing I could’ve said or done to help you, I know that now. I still could’ve stayed though. Held your hand and told you that everything would be okay even though we both knew it wouldn’t. That was my job and I failed because truthfully you were always so much better at it than I was. We both had crazy lives, but together it seemed perfect. Like we were soaring above the sky and nothing bad could ever touch us. Unfortunately, like all good things, it came crashing down in a giant stinking mess. I guess what I’m really sorry for is the fact that you were the best friend I ever had and I let you go for my own selfish reasons. You said it was okay but it wasn’t. I loved you with my whole heart and I still do. I reminded of that all the time. Sometimes I think I can feel you with me and for those few seconds I think I’ll be okay. Maybe I will be someday. It’s like I once told you, it won’t ever stop hurting but maybe one day it will hurt a little less. I miss you everyday and I would like nothing more than to apologize to you for being world’s worst best friend but I think you already know. You always did.