Tilda,
I’m not sure what to say in a letter to you; I’ve known you since primary school, and I know that you would do anything for me. I hope you know that I would do the same.
You are the steady beating heart of this strange little group and I have always admired the way you embrace yourself for the person you are, and that you don’t waste time with people that don’t feel the same way towards you. I wish I had known how to do the same. Keep on doing that.
Don’t stress too much about the rest of your academic life. I know you’ll be worrying about your final examination marks, but don’t. Honestly. From a dying boy to a girl with her whole life ahead of her, I can confirm that I am not glad of the time I spent stressing over how to make money.
Just live.
No time spent enjoyed is wasted.
You’ll find your way.
Be happy.
Love always,
Jack
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Jack's Last Summer
Teen Fiction"I guess that's the thing about time. It might not heal wounds; but it does smooth them over." When Jack Summers is diagnosed with terminal cancer, he chooses quality over quantity and refuses therapy. He instead decides to invite four of his best f...
