Part I. The day my best friend died, I cried. I didn’t dig a well in my eyes because he was dead or because I had missed him. I cried because I owed him. The tears were for all the days I misjudged him, all the years I asked him to be strong, all the hours I ignored him, and all the times I forgot about him.
What broke me.
For you, I'd remove this cap🙌. It's a beautiful piece. An emotional one too.