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Part Five: The End

After losing Quentin, my body shut down and completely stopped fighting. The doctors told me that none of the medicine was working. I'm not the one that gave up. My body is. My heart hurt too much to even work right anymore. It aches for the only boy I've ever loved. I'm sitting here now to tell you my story. All I've known my whole life is cancer. Yet, I found friendship and love in my struggle with staying alive. 

I don't think I would've made it ten years without my parents. My mom and dad have given up everything to take care of me. I hope that God takes care of them the way that they have taken care of me. Being sick has made me love them even more than I thought I could. 

To Theo, who, though you almost killed me (JOKES!), has been the only person to pick up the phone at 3am to listen to me ramble on about the bad boy who stole my heart. Thank you for being the best friend I could ever ask for. 

To Daniella. The nurse who always whipped my butt when I would think about giving up. You are the first person I told about Quentin and you kept quiet about it. Thank you so much for not letting me give up on the hard times.

To Hunter. Even though you are in heaven, you are still one of my inspirations. You always kept a calm face. You were so strong for a twelve year old boy. Thank you for being someone to look up to. You are in everyone's heart.

And finally.. To Quentin. My best friend. My safety. My rock. My shelter. My comfort. My bad boy. My lover. The only boy I ever loved.. Thank you for being my everything. Thank you for showing me love. Thank you for always being there. Thank you for walking into my life. I will see you soon. I love you so much, Quentin. 

This is to all of you. Cherish your moments. Believe in falling in love. Believe in friendship. Have faith and never give up.