Dangerous Love

Nice To Meet You

Hello. I'm Emelia. I'm 23 and I'm from London. I don't mean to scare you away, but I have cancer. I was diagnosed with cancer about 6 months ago. It's terminal. They said I have around another 6 months-1 year to live.

I know that was a lot to take in, all of that in just one paragraph. I felt the same too. When I first found out it shocked me a lot. It was all too sudden and I didn't know what way was up and what way was down. But I'm getting to grips with it now. I know what my limits are and how to keep myself healthy for as long as possible.

I know I can't last forever. As nothing ever does. Yes, I suppose my life will be a little shorter than I hoped it would be, but that doesn't mean I can't do as much. Right? I don't want people to feel sorry for me. I don't need sympathy. I'm exactly the same as everyone else, I just have to know what is good for me and what isn't.

I have big plans for a small space of time. A bucket list, I guess you could call it. If I complete everything on that list, I will die a happy woman. And I couldn't ask for anything else.

Before you think this is all soppy and you want to stop reading, let me tell you that this isn't a sad story. It's a happy one, a very happy one. So join me on my journey as I tell you my story and how I came across someone who changed my life forever. Trust me, they're a keeper.

A/N: Wait, did I just press publish??? ;)