Everybody dies eventually. That’s just a fact of life. And don’t get me wrong, I’m not some hippie who wants hold your and and sing Kumbaya or The Circle of Life, it’s just the truth, and it fucking sucks. trust me, I would know. I’ve got Chronic Myeloid Leukemia, which is basically just a fancy way of saying that I’ve got cancer and, I am probably going to die. Very, very soon. Again, don’t get me wrong. I’m not some sob story and I definitely do not want your want your pity. It’s just another fact of life. Or more accurately, a fact of my life. So here I am, sitting on the couch with my mom, watching Real Housewives of New Jersey reruns, wondering how my life became so fucked up, so fast.
Vision of Love Book 2
*read book 1 before this*
You're special to me. You're the only one who I wouldn't mind losing sleep for, the only one who I can never get tired of talking to, and the only one who crosses my mind constantly throughout the day. You're the only one who can make me smile without trying, bring down my mood without the intention to and affect my emotions with every action of yours. I can't explain with just words how much you mean to me, but you're the only one I'm afraid of losing and the one I want to keep in my life. You could say were love struck.
feb 2021-mar 2021