But the Greatest of These is Love

The Second Letter

I didn't return the letter. Yeah, I guess I sorta chickened out. But in the end I actually didn't need to, he wrote me anyway. 

"My sweet Drew," 

Oh gag me. 

"You didn't return my letter, or at least, if you did, I haven't received it. No matter, I'll just keep writing you letters. There's something I suppose I should tell you, as it is the reason I actually got the nerve to write to you...
 I am dying."

What?! He's dying? I didn't sign up to be a dying boy's pen pall!! What am I supposed to do now??

"Now Drew, please don't get me wrong. I didn't tell you this so that you would feel sorry for me or something silly like that. I told you because I love you, and I wanted you to know what you're getting yourself into."

Now he's just assuming that I'm gonna just go with this?! Well he's... probably right. Crap. 

"When my diagnosis came back positive, about six months ago, I knew that I had to do something. You see, I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember, but I've never been able to tell you. When they told me that I had slim chances of survival, I knew that I had to tell you, otherwise I'd never be able to die in peace."

Why do I feel sorry for this kid? And why is he in love with me? I don't get any of this. 

"Anyway, let's move on to happier things, shall we? I suppose you would like to know my name, possibly my age... well... I can't tell you that. Well, I mean, I could tell you my age... I'm 20 Drew, and you are 18. Yeah, I know, it sounds like a scary age difference, but think about it... in reality it's only two years..."

Whoa hold up. This kid isn't even a kid! He's like, a man. Just... and he's in love with me? Well... This whole thing just got a lot more serious. 

"When we're in our twenties (assuming I make it that long), it won't even matter! 
Okay, moving on. I have some questions I would like you to answer, if you don't mind... Simple things really, your favorite color, animal, pastime, things like that. I must go now, but enclosed is the page of questions. I would love to receive a letter back from you... 

Yours, 
A secret admirer."

Well okay then... 

I flipped the page over, and sure enough, there was the extra sheet full of questions. Might as well fill it out... 

"Questions for Drew"

1. What is your favorite color?
Um... Probably blue. But not like dark blue, like... ocean blue... Hard to explain. 

2. Favorite animal?
Hmmm... Probably a giraffe. Don't judge me. They're awesome. 

3. Favorite food?
MAC'N'CHEESE!!!!! Don't judge me!!! It's delicious!

4. Do you like reading?
LOVE! Reading is possibly my favorite thing to do, like, ever. 

5. What kind of music do you like listening to?
Oh, that's a toughie... Really any kind of music, but especially alternative type stuff. 

6. Where do you see yourself in 10 years? 
Living in Colorado, by myself, in a little mountain cottage with two dogs and a cat. 

7. If you could go anywhere for a year, where would it be?
England!

8. Do I have any hope of you returning this letter?
Well, I mean, you're reading this right now, so what do you think?

9. Ever met a guy with cancer?
Nope... but I know one now... 

10. Last question... will you come visit me sometime?

Whoa hold up. I'd have to think about that one...

Um... I don't know... maybe...

Sincerely, Drew. 

Well then. Guess all that's left to do is send it... what am I getting myself into?

Authors note:

Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know I enjoyed writing it, ha. Anywayyyyyyy bye

xxx