Clueless

My name is Alice, I'm 18 years old. I've lived in London my whole life. My life wasn't that interesting, until I met Drake, my boyfriend. We dated 1 year and 6 months, from which 4 of them were spent in the hospital, where he was diagnosed with leukimia.

I never thought I'd find the love of my life, while my boyfriend was literally dying, but one does not choose who they fall in love with, do we?

Everyday, I prayed to God, to help make Drake get better, to give him another chance, but there he was, telling me he had better plans for me. I believed him, that guy who was always there for me, who took my hand and holded it tightly when everything else was tearing apart, and with just a blow, built everything back again. The problem was that I didn't realize it, not everything lasts forever, and that if you love something, or someone, you have to let it be.

"Look for a guy, don't wait until I'm gone. I don't want you to look at me like this, keep the memorie from when I was alright, it hurts to think that maybe you'll remember me like this, so ill. This is the last time I tell you, please don't come back to this hospital" Those were the words I heard Drake telling me everyday. Even our song on the radio didn't sound the same, when my friends talked about him, I was tearing apart inside, until one day, that blonde boy, with eyes made in heaven, promessed, without even saying one word, that he'd plant all that field full of red roses, that were once withered, and fix the broken girl that I am. I was completely clueless, that something like that would happen