She had black hair cold and long softly dripped all over her face. There was no question that I loved her...Then. The moment I looked at her I knew she would be the one. What I didn't know was that it wasn't gonna be easy. Quite, kept to herself. Always alone. I could be that boy.
She could be my reason to stay, my reason to live, longer, better even. Not knowing that her life was softer, more easy threaten, all most damage than mine.
But still I couldn't help but think what if. What if she needed someone more than I did. What I wouldnt give to be that someone. Looking into her eyes. Those bodacious emerald green eyes that fits perfectly on her face. With a beauty mark the size of a small heart that's place directly on top of her fluffy cheeks. With lips that scream life pink papi postal panels placed to perfection. She was tall almost too tall but not too tall for me perfect fit her and I.
Perfect fit........... If only I could talk to her. She seemed so losted to the world around her. She woulded even notice me.
Then again how could you notice someone who's barely even there. She wouldn't, she didn't.
And with good reason. My name is Ky, it's short for Kyle York. I had spent most of my life in and out of the hospital since I was two years old. I have Leukemia it's A cancer of blood-forming tissues, hindering the body's ability to fight infection. That short for my lice sucks marble balls. When they finely discharged me I was 16 teen they gave me a video recorder. And said these are the best years bull shit. Well then......
