I placed my hand on his chest, so I could feel his heart beating.
I wanted to prove him wrong, to say that he wasn't dying.
But he was.
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When I was ten, I told myself that love was going to be like a fairy tale with the dresses and the nighttime balls, the world as beautiful as the feelings you envelop yourself in.
And at twelve, I redefined it as something with chocolates and flowers, valentine's days - where life was full of kisses and hugs and hope, even despite some of the sad days.
And now, I see the way you hold my hand; I see the mess that we both are and I love it anyways. I see how we're both broken people in a broken world, but we aren't trying to fix it anymore - we fins beauty in the cracked pieces.
I see you and I - fighting for a chance in this cruel lottery of fate and love. Because the world doesn't change for you, but someone will walk with you through it all and make it seem just a little more beautiful.
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