I always thought that I would live to be 90. I always thought I would live long enough to have kids. I thought I would get to say “I Love You” every time I would get off the phone.
Now here I am, in a lonely hospital bed. The tubes and monitors linked to me like a computer. A vase of flowers sit on the end table. They seem to be the only thing that brings light to the room,
So far you have been the only one who has come to visit me. Maybe it’s because everyone had left me because I’m dying? Maybe they only loved me because I seemed to be in “Great” condition?
My darling, do you still love me? Would you still love me if you knew I had Cancer? Would you still love me if I only had 6 months left to live? Would you love me if I ruined a perfect evening together because I passed out? Would you love me in the fog of all this sickness?
If all my friends left me, would you love me and stay with me? If I was on the edge of death would you be there to hold my hand. Will I be able to see your beautiful brown eyes one final time? Will I ever be able to see your radiant smile again?
All these questions, all those answers. Will I ever know how you feel? But my darling you will know one thing.
I love you
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