Well I was at school, it was my senior year, and I passed out. I woke up in the hospital, my mom had texted you saying that I was there, she sent you pictures just to prove it. You were the only person I wanted to talk to, so when my mom finally gave me my phone, I had ten text messages, five missed calls, and two voicemails all from you. I called you just to inform you that I was ok, we then texted for the rest of the day and night.
The next morning, the doctor came in and told me that I had brain cancer, it had spread and I only had a few weeks to live, unless I got treatment. I didn't want to go through all of that so I decided not to get treated. You came to the hospital that night and surprised me; I wouldn't tell you what was wrong. The next day I went home, you and I went walking down an abandoned road, and I told you what was wrong. You broke down and begged for me to get treatment, but I said that it wasn't your choice.
You said that you loved me, the “just friends” thing was a lie, and you told me how you really felt. I cried and thought, “of course this had to happen.” After a few hours of crying and talking, we went back to my house and packed. I was going to stay with you until the day I died; you wanted to make our last few weeks together worthwhile. You drove back to your house where nobody was home; no one was going to be home for two weeks. You let me sleep with you, of course.
The next day you took me to a clearing in woods, it started raining lightly, and we shared our first kiss. You had one arm around me and your other hand on my cheek; I had one of my hands on your cheek with another hand on your shoulder. It was the perfect first kiss for both of us. You carved our initials in a tree. We took pictures every day; I was secretly making an adventure book, you didn't notice.
I was getting weaker every day. We went from four wheeler riding one day to wrestling in mud the next; you took it easy on me and let me win. Two weeks later, I was talking about prom, but you said, screw prom, let's get married! You then got down on one knee and pulled out a diamond engagement ring and asked me to marry you. I cried happily and said yes.
We got married a few days later, it was our dream wedding. All in black, purple, and a little white; I had a purple and white dress, I thought I looked beautiful to be a cancer victim. My dad walked me down the aisle, I never took my eyes off you, and you couldn't take your eyes off me. When my dad gave me away to you, you whispered to me saying I was beautiful as always. I smiled and whispered back that you were as handsome as usual, wearing a black and purple tux.
Your vows were so sweet, beautiful, and surprising. Mine were just beautiful and sweet, but you were not surprised at the things I said, but I made you cry happily. When we got to the cake part, you rubbed your piece of cake all in my face and ran off into the woods. I chased after you kind of slow since I was getting weaker, but when I finally got there, you kissed me and I took some of the cake off my face and rubbed it on you. We just sat there and laughed about it.
On our little honeymoon, you took me to a field full of roses and tall grass, and we laid in the middle of the field for hours, staring at the stars and talking about my dreams and more on how we felt about each other. We spent the night there, in the field; I fell asleep to the sound of your heartbeat, my most favorite sound ever. The next morning you carried me back to your house. While you were in the shower, I added more pictures to my adventure book and I wrote a little letter to you and placed it in one of the pages. We went out in the warm summer rain and took the most important picture that we needed to take in order to finish the book, but you still didn't know about it.
A week later I was so weak that I couldn't walk, I couldn't even eat. We both knew I was going to die that night or the next morning, so I took a shower and dressed up in black skinny jeans, purple plaid shirt, and converse. You put the necklace you made me around my neck. We promised not to cry, but just to be happy. Before we left, I placed the last picture in the book and laid it on your bed so you could find it.
You carried me to the clearing where we had our best and most special memories. We lay in the soft grass, you held me in your arms, and my head rested upon your chest so I could listen to your heartbeat once more before I died. We laid there for hours looking at each other, and we frequently looked through the trees at the night sky. You held my hand for two reasons, one was so you would know when I died, I would let go of my grip, and the second reason, to just hold it.
We talked about our feelings for the last time, and talked more about my dreams; you always loved it when I told you about them. I never left a single detail out. The sun started rising, I said that I loved you, you said it back, and we kissed for the last time. I laid my head on your chest and shed one last tear, and then I closed my eyes and died in your arms. You cried when I let my grip go, because then you knew. You made sure to make my dreams come true, we did everything we always talked about doing, except having our daughter, we didn't have enough time, because my time was done.
The funeral happened two days later, you laid roses on my grave, and there was those three same pictures engraved on the tombstone. My last name was yours though, which I always wanted. When you came back home from the funeral you found my adventure book. You cried looking at all of the memories we made in just four weeks. You missed me so much, of course, but you had to move on, though you couldn’t move on completely.
You kept the book and looked at it every single day. One night you fell asleep with the book in your hand, and I was there lying beside you, head on your chest listening to your heartbeat like I always did. I said, "I love you." You said, "I love you too, my little angel." Then I fell asleep along with you.
