soon // l.h.

Belle

Dear Luke,

You'll probably never know how much that meant to me. Not once have I ever been called anything close to cute, or beautiful, or anything complimentary.

On the other hand, Luke...

You're more than perfect. I don't understand why you thought you were worthless. You are worth all the love in the world.

You are worth it.

I can't wait to go to school nowadays, and it's only because I know I'll see you in English. I used to hate going to school, but now, it's an entirely different story.

I like you a whole lot, Luke.

I feel exactly the same.

I love absolutely every feature and flaw of you. You already are the one I want to hug everyday, or talk to every god damned day, Luke.

But I can't.

I can't go to prom with you.

I can't be happy with you.

I'm sorry.

I like you so much, Luke, but I won't even be here next week.

My heart will have stopped beating by then. My struggling, puffs of breath will have dwindled by then.

My doctor said I had 2 weeks to live 1 week and 6 days ago, and I can't do anything about it.

I've loved you ever since I laid eyes on you. I'll miss your deep, ocean-blue eyes, and I'll miss the way they lit up when I glanced at you. I'll miss the way you smile, and the way you bite your bottom lip, capturing the lip-ring in-between your teeth when you focus really hard on something. I'll miss the way you laugh, the way you eat, the way you breathe. Every, single thing, Luke.

I'll even miss the way you fall asleep in the middle of class.

"I fell in love the way you fall asleep. Slowly, then all at once."

I love you so god damn much.

Goodbye, Luke. I'll see you soon.

Love, Belle.