I can’t stand the thought of loosing you or being without you but it’s something that has to happen. You’ll understand soon enough what I mean. I hope you can forgive me for my selfishness… Just know that I love you more than my own life and that I had planned to live out the rest of my life with you. I hope you will live happily and stay strong even though I am not physically by your side anymore. I’ll always be beside you. Watching over you. Guiding you. I’ll be your guardian and keep you safe. Never forget how much I love you. I’ll be with you forever. And as my last will and testimony, I leave my heart to you.” The girl wept hysterically and felt as though she had stopped breathing. She had lost the feeling in her legs and had collapsed while reading. She sat in the cold, dark alleyway weeping loudly. She didn’t want to move, and couldn’t if she tried. She then remembered that she had just seen the boy she had loved so dearly only moments ago. She shot up and began to run through the alley. She shouted the boy’s name and repeatedly yelled for him to come back to her. When she had run for long that her legs couldn’t carry her any longer, she collapsed on the ground. She wasn’t breathing.
The girl woke up in the hospital. The doctors were scolding her, telling her that she knew she had heart problems and shouldn’t be running that hard for that long, and that she’s lucky she is even alive right now. The girl knew she had needed a heart transplant, but didn’t have a donor. She asked the doctors what was going to happen if she didn’t find one. The doctors all looked at her for a moment. Then one stepped up and said, “Dear, we already found a donor and preformed the transplant….” The doctors gave her some papers with information about the donor on it. The girl began to weep. The donor had been the same age and had recently committed suicide. The donor was none other than the boy she loved so dearly. She then remembered his last words: “I leave my heart to you….”