The days move slowly. And I'm glad because I have more time with Chris. We talk the hours away. And I learn more about him. And the more I learn the more I fall in love. But I tell myself not to, because Chris won't be here long. But it's hard to fight the feelings, and the laughter, and his smile. "What do you want to do when you graduate high school?" Chris asks me one day when the nurse leaves. "I don't know yet." I reply "When I was younger I wanted to be a pop singer, but I can't carry a tune so I'm out of luck on that one." He smiles, "You want to know what I wanted to do when I graduated." I nod my head. "I wanted to be a teacher." He says while staring off into space. "Really, I always pictured you as a professional athlete of some sort." I reply. "Yeah, I wanted to be a teacher or a writer." Chris states. "I wish I knew what I wanted to be..." I admit. "You still have time..."
he gulps down and looks away. I climb over his bedside and lay next to him. "It's ok." I whisper. He turns over so we're facing each other. He pushes the hair out of my face; running his finger down my cheek. "I love you so much." he says. Our eyes meet and my heart flutters. "I love you too, Chris."
