So this isn't the part where it's revealed that Carson and I had an affair. Or that I loved him. Or that he was my secret best friend or long-lost brother. All Carson Harris was to me was some boy who went to my school who I would probably never ever see again after college But, evidently, Carson Harris knew me. Knew me well enough to write my name out before he died. Or, should I say, before Carson Harris got murdered.

Spend 365 days, and more with whoever you love. Your pet, friend, or family, because you never know what could happen to them.