And Then There Was You.. (Unedited)

Chapter 17-Part 1.Before you.

A/N:

Sorry for the long wait.. 

Due to the fact that the letter turned out to be unbelievably long, i decided to split it into parts.. 

So here's part 1.. 

Enjoy :)

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There was a piece of thick ivory paper folded in half. I flipped it open and began to read.....

Dearest Cecilia...

If you’re reading this letter, that must mean that I’m already gone. And that also means that Linda and Ella kept their promises and respected what I had asked of both of them.

You have no idea how sorry I am for everything that you’re going through. I wish there was a way for me to ease the pain. I wish I can kiss the pain away. I wish I could stop it from hurting. Because my love, I never meant to hurt you.

I don’t really know how to begin, because I have so much to tell you. It just kills me that I never got to tell you all this in person.

We've been together for a long time. But you never got to hear my story. I’m sorry that you I’m telling you this through a letter. You have no idea how many times I wanted to tell you everything, but I couldn't. I was afraid of losing you.

I know that me telling you the truth now will not help in any way, and it will not gonna change anything. And I know that it’s gonna cause you even more pain, but you have to know this. They say: "The truth will set you free", and I’m hoping that it does.

Before I tell you my story, I just want you to know that I love you Cecilia. And there was never anyone else. Only you.

So here it goes...

I was diagnosed with Leukemia when I was just eight years old. Most people don’t seem to remember their childhood memories, but when it comes to me, that couldn't be any further from the truth. I remember everything like it was yesterday.

The summer of 1997 is when everything started. At first it was nothing serious. It was just fever and weakness. My mother at the time assumed it was nothing serious and just sent me  to bed to rest. She had the false hope that my symptoms were not that big of a deal.

I stayed in bed all week, thinking that it would help me get better. But it didn't, because I felt worse, much worse.

I did not eat or drink anything, I was so pale and tired all the time. I could barely stand on my own feet. It felt as if I was ninety-nine years old instead of eight.

I remember crying so much because it wouldn't go away. Both of my parents thought it was something minor, like a flu or something. So whenever I cried because I was in so much discomfort, they would tell me that it’s normal and that I need to rest for it to go away.

From then on, I spent every minute of every day in bed. Doing nothing. I was bored out of my mind.

My friends had just come over to check up on me, and I was so happy to see them. After a while, they got up to leave. That’s when I heard them talking about going to the park to play soccer.