Nico, the last thing you ever said to me was that you had no idea what you were doing with your life, and all I said in return was “yea.” I wish that I had instead biked over to see you, called you, or just took the time to tell you that I believe confusion and sadness is transient, but I didn’t. I hope you can forgive me for being so selfish, so wrapped up in my own problems. The entire world is a now darker place with the absence of your light. I, and so many others all loved you. And I hate myself for taking you for granted. I couldn’t take the time off my own life to talk to you, ask you how you were doing, if there was anything I could’ve done to make you happier. I would trade a thousand days now if that would’ve helped you, but you’re gone.
-A