would miss having Nic in my life. I would miss his funny phone messages and his humor, the stories, our talks, our walks, watching movies with him, dinners together, and the transcendent feeling between us that is love. I would miss all of it. I miss it now. And here it sinks in: I don’t have it now. I have not had it whenever Nic has been on drugs. Nic is absent, only his shell remains. I have been afraid—terrified—to lose Nic, but I have lost him.