"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

It’s been a month and a half since I saw you for the last time, I knew it would be the last time, I remember telling you that come monday you wouldn’t have to worry about this mess, that was a friday, you just said it was ok, not knowing it was me saying goodbye forever, I just didn’t have the courage to say goodbye, I was so broken for everything that happened that day, including you saying you didn’t want to be my friend anymore, that hurt me so bad because I never thought you would saying, not after everything we went through, from gossiping around to helping you fix your bike or holding you while you were crying for someone else, like, I was there for you, and in the end I was the bad guy, I’m still mad at you, at me, at everything that happened, it wasn’t easy for me to say this would be the last time I’d see you, never thought it would be, I never wanted to leave, you were my best friend, you were the reason for me to wake up everyday and walk happily to work, for once I actually enjoyed work cause I knew you’d be there, I dream you sometimes, and I envy those dreams because I actually talk to you in them, in real life, I can’t, and it’s always gonna hurt me, it’s gonna hurt me that I didn’t actually say goodbye, that maybe you thought I ran away, when it wasn’t like that, I did it for my well being, and yours, it was my last act of kindness for you, we both created this mess, and I was the only one who got hurt, and yet I still don´t know why is it only me who’s been apologizing the whole time, either way, I guess it doesn’t matter, you never looked for me like the way I did, so, I guess I never really mattered to you, but you did to me.