Now as I get back to my computer, and I let the words flow again... I need to hide once more behind this "third person". I’m back to the Microsoft Word doc, impersonal and safe. Where I can pretend to be someone who never knew Nick. I can be someone pretending he's just writing a novel "based on a true story". It's cowardly, and it's not like me at all. I’ve faced a lot in my life, but nothing close to what Nick did. I will never understand how he had so much courage. I didn’t, though I think he believed I did.
But enough about me, this isn’t my story.