One More Day

What He Wants...

-Jakes POV-
I am realizing how much I loved Taylor. If only I could do it over again, but right this time. I know it'll take a long time for her to trust me but I can only try to get her back. Sitting at my desk in my room, I grab a pen and a piece of paper. I start writing an apology letter to give to her.

To my love, Taylor,
I want to apologize for my behavior with Ashley. I now know how much I love you and I wouldn't hurt you for any reason. I didn't mean to kiss Ashley, she came on to me. I love you so much, more than that weirdo could
ever love you. I realize that messed up your trust for me but I will find a way to make this up to you. That is a promise... And that bad boy that you like so much, you don't like him and you know that. You're being ridiculous for dating that kid and I hope you know that. Honest to god, I miss you and everything about you and I want you to know that I still love you.
Love,
Your "ex" boyfriend Jake

I hope that this letter will get to her and she will take me back. The thought of her being with someone else kills me. If she doesn't take me back, then I know what I have to do. I don't think she's ever gonna forgive me if I go with that option. I swear if her dad finds out that I cheated on her I'm dead...literally. He's so scary even though I've never seen him in person. How I met the father of my girlfriend was via. video chat. Taylor's mother and grandmother are both dead. Her mother died due to childbirth and her grandmother raised her. Up until last year she was always then when Taylor got home after school. Now there is an empty silence lingering in that big house. No wait... That's an understatement. Taylor's house is a freakin' mansion. With 9 bedrooms, 12 bathrooms and a 6-car garage. The fact that her father has that much money kills me.

-Sam's POV-
Waking up in my bed next to the girl that I love is the best feeling in the world. I'm so lucky to have someone like Taylor. I know that I'll have to show her the scars sooner or later so I decide that I would do it tomorrow. It's not very common but I had a rare disease where they had to cut into my chest and remove my lung and replace it with my donors lung. I have pains like I used to every once in a while. Soon I'll have to go to my specialist and let him run some tests on me to see if I'm relapsing. That is going to be the hardest thing to tell her because I don't want to see her cry. They told me that if I relapsed again, that I wouldn't survive this time. I set a reminder on my iPhone to call my specialist to set up a pet scan. What this is, it's a machine that your body goes into and wherever it lights up is where you've gotten sick. Last time I relapsed I was nine and now, eight years later I think I've relapsed again. This disease will be the death of me when all along I thought that Taylor would cause my death of being in love. This sucks knowing that I love someone so much and to know that you could be dying. When that day comes, that I will have to tell her, will be the most painful memory I will ever have. I remember having a problem with my lungs when I first got diagnosed. I stopped breathing while I was playing outside with my friends. Them being smart, they called my parents and they called the ambulance. Seven months in the hospital can mess you up pretty bad. I remember the first procedure they had to cut open my chest and remove liquid from my lungs. The scars remind me every day, that no matter what happens you keep on going. I have four scars, a long one right down the middle, starting at the top of my chest, extending all the way to tip of my belly button. That one hurt the worst. I also have two on my left side, but their not as large as the other one. The last one is on the right side of my chest and it extends from my shoulder blade to where my abs start. My mother and father believed that I was going to die on the third operation but I'm a fighter, always have and always will be. They say most people that have cancer or any disease are a ticking bomb just waiting to explode. I don't believe that is me because I am perfectly happy with my life and especially with Taylor. My cancer is the worst thing that could possibly pop up at this particular moment in my life. I guess I'll tell Taylor about everything tomorrow when I invite her to my house to go swimming. I'll show her the scars and let her ask any questions she might have about anything. This will definitely be a memory to be grateful for. 🙏 I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Phil 4:13 🙏