People always told me that your first love is the hardest to get over. I've come to the conclusion that they're both right and wrong when it comes to this. This is the story of my first love and exactly what happened.
I am dying. This is a fact that I have been faced with for a long time and one I came to terms with. But now, I just wish I had more time. Is it right to fall in love when you know you won't be here for very long? I'm hoping the answer is yes because if loving him has made my last few years meaningful, I wouldn't trade it for the world.