Should this sickness claim me early, should my brain complete its mission of eating itself, I find solace in knowing that I have lived. To die young is a tragedy but also a blessing. Tragic to know that I may never grow old with you, but a delight in knowing that I got to spend my best years in love. If the day comes to pass when I cease to be far earlier than anticipated, I hope you remember me in the wind. I hope your heart sings each time you see a flower, reminded of the way I used to shine upon receiving them. I pray the sunshine reminds you of my smile, I pray the rain reminds you of my happiest tears. I pray each wonderful and beautiful moment you experience is a reminder that even in death I am thinking of you. For although my body is fading, my love will not waiver. My soul shall remain until yours is ready to depart, so that I can ensure we enter our next life together.
Signed sincerely,
The thoughts of a dying girl.
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PoezieA collection of fleeting thoughts, and all of the emotions observed in them.
