Thank You For The Love

"I love you too, Dylan!" I said as I hugged him tight. "I can't breathe, Fiona." he said, wishing some air. I giggled "Sorry" then continued, "It's just that, I liked you since we were in our elementary years. And... Now, you said you love me!" I exclaimed. He laughed a little (kind of a giggle). Then he said, "Close your eyes." What is he up to now? "Why?" I asked. Then the lights suddenly turned off. It opened once again and he was gone. "Dylan?" I said and repeated it all over again. Oh, there he is. He was sitting on a bench, not facing me. He was holding three roses, a pink, a red and a white one. Yey, he finally stood up and faced me. How did he change his clothes that fast? Suddenly, there was five people holding a cardboard each saying F I O N A. They flipped the cardboards over and now it says, WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND?, one word each cardboard. A tear flowed down my eyes. Followed by another, followed by another, followed by another. I can't believe this. He said, "Will you be my girlfriend, Fio-" WHAT HAPPENED??!! The next time I knew, he was lying on the floor, unconsciously. Everybody there was shocked. We rushed him to the nearest hospital. "His heart is getting weaker and weaker everyday. I - I'm afraid to tell you that he only has a week to live. I already told him that leukemia is not a joke." I was really surprised. "Leukemia?" I asked. "He didn't tell you? About 7 years ago, he told me his symptoms. I told him he has leukemia." The doctor explained. "7 YEARS AGO?" I asked loudly. The doctor just nodded in reply and said, "Yes, I have the date, wait a sec." She said and looked at her notebook. "Ah, there it is." I took a deep breath. "October 11, 2008". I was shocked. REALLY SHOCKED. I left the room, drove myself to our house and cried my eyes out. I just can't believe that I am going to lose my one true love in a week. And the fact that, Dylan kept the secret of him having leukemia for 7 YEARS. You know what that means? 7 years ago, October 11 2008, that was the date when I liked him. WOW. What a life. I hate it. Our love story is the most imperfect love story I ever heard of. The fuck. I went near my desk and held a box. inside the box was pictures of Dylan and me, together. I scanned it and, damn. I just realized, the guy in the picture right infront of me is the guy I loved and will always do but will never see him again in a week. Why can't love understand me?  I understand love but why can't it understand me? There was a sudden knock on the door. I wiped my tears away and asked, "Who is it?". It took a minute before the person answered. "Me." I know this voice. Mum. I don't want to talk to anyone right now. Then I went back from crying. A knock was again made all of a sudden. I went to the bathroom to wash my face. I said to my self, "You can do this, Fiona. You are and will be strong with or without Dylan." I finally opened the door and I was surprised to see Dylan. He's okay now. That's when I realized, I spent an hour in my room, crying. "Sorry." Dylan said and hugged me. Oh, this. I will definitely miss this, the hug that completes my day, the hug that I will not be able to feel after a week. He kissed me on the lips. The softness in his lips, this I will most of all miss. Call me crazy, call me obsessed. Of course I am, with Dylan I am. I let go. "Dylan, please. Don't ever do that again. Don't hug me, don't kiss me anymore. You know, to forget you easily."

After a week...

It's Dylan's funeral. I never wanted to go. Why would I? I was reading a book called 'The Fault In Our Stars' by John Green. I was finally reading the last page of the book. When I read the last part: Okay? Okay. Tears fell down my eyes. Then I realized, what was I thinking, not going to Dylan's funeral? I dressed up using the last white dress he gave me. I put on my shoes, the black shoes I wore when I first saw him. I blurted out crying when I saw our picture, our first valentines day as a couple then said "Don't worry, I'll try not to cry anymore. Try." I said to myself in the mirror, pretending to be talking to Dylan. I smiled and drove myself to his funeral. Everybody was shocked to see me. I took a deep breath and walked my way towards his coffin. I just keep on saying, I'm not gonna cry all over again. I talked to him. "Hi Dylan.. I was just talking to you a little while ago. *giggle* and promised that I will never cry." A tear fell down my eyes. "Oh. Sorry about that. I just can't help it." I said, sniffing. "By the way, Dylan, you asked me to be your girlfriend. And.. I would like to infrorm you that my answer is yes." I can't help myself. I cried. "And.." I said

"Thank you for the love, anyway, Dylan."