"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 first saw you in a park where you sat alone on the grass watching the other kids play, little 7 year old me hesitated to talk to you but eventually after a few minutes of pondering I grew up the courage to sit beside you. Now, I cant really remember all the details as to who talked first but that day was the start of our friendship which well developed into something more over the years. Everything was perfect, we were in sync together like two peas in a pod, some even said that we were made for eachother; soulmates. We were opposites but similar at the same time. We like writing but unlike me, you were always so shy to show everyone your poetry. I remember that we had a conversation about death before you died and I think that somehow you were preparing me for that day. Were you really thinking about your own death? I am angry at you and at myself. I am angry at you because you didnt tell me that you were dying. I am angry at myself because I was oblivious to the fact that your health was deteriorating; that the cancer is slowly killing you. I’m sorry that I failed to notice. A few days after you died, your sister gave me a letter, there was a map attached on it and it lead to the park when we first met when we were kids. Your sister and I went to the park, when we arrived, we sat on the same spot where we use to sit, your sister then took out the ring that you were supposed to give me if you were just given enough time. She told me that you were gonna proposed but hesitated because of your condition. I would want you to know that I would still say yes; I will always say yes to you.

You are my bestfriend. My travel buddy. My partner. My love.