Thank you, Nico.

This is a sad story, it's a confession. It doesn't end well. I doesn't have a decent end. It's filled with pain. It's me coming clean, finally. It's a guide to everything that shouldn't be done in a relationship, and at the same time, a testament to a love that I would live through again, mistake by mistake, just to spend one more minute with Nico. It's a farewell and a thank you. A story that never should have happened and one I wish never ended. It's a promise to keep his place immense and permanent in my memory and heart, leaving little room for me to live within myself. It's a story he'll never read.