Till We Meet Again

8

I couldn't help myself but cry in front of his parents.

He didn't tell me that he used most of his time to go to chemotherapies, radiotherapies, and all types of treatment he could find.

His parents said that he kept it as a secret from me because he doesn't want me to worry.

So I waited. I waited for him to wakes up. My heart's filled with guilty and sadness. I don't want him to think that I can't know this because it will hurt me.

He's been friends with me for a long time and he's like a brother to me.

And even more.

What I know for sure is he's not going to fight this illness alone after this.

When the doctor told me that I can go in, I rushed into the room where he was placed.

For the first time in one year, I saw him.

And he is smiling, in pain.

I said I'm sorry, for everything. I'm sorry I've wasted my time avoiding him for one year, even though my heart doesn't want to avoid him.

He said it wasn't my fault. It was his for not telling me the truth.

And he is still smiling in pain.

I adore him very much.

We talk about everything until night passed, making up for the time that we have missed.

The love of my life said if he didn't make it, he wanted me to keep a book that he's been writing all this time.

I said he will make it. He will. We will fight this battle together. We will win this. I am certain. I'm not going to lose him again.

Not after two years of losing him before.

I'm not going to surrender again.

So we spend our time together, and making sweet memories like there's no tomorrow.