I still look up occasionally from my work to wonder if you’ll be entering the front door. Hoping that one day you’ll be back smiling and happy and alive again. I know it’s way too late, and you’ll never be able to hear this, but I’m happy that I got to be a part of your life and I’m sorry that I didn’t stay a part of it. I never meant to have brought you to the dark and not show you the way to the light. I miss you.
— N.A.P.















