he didn't tell me about his cancer until he had 3 weeks left.
in those 3 weeks I kept my distance from him.
I didn't want to be even more heartbroken then I was.
He gave me updates but usually I just read them and didn't reply.
He didn't know that I was broken.
He didn't know that I had stopped eating again.
He didn't know that he meant so much to me.
That boy changed my life.
And one day he called me. Out of the blue. I prepared myself to hear the words "he's gone." but I didn't. I heard his voice.
"Payton, I need you" he whispered, "I love you and I want to see you, but I know that I can't and before I go I just want you to know that I love you."
That was all I needed.
