I have cancer.

What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to tell you? You’ve already been through so much in your life. The last thing I would ever want is to hurt you more. 

Our love story is full of so much wonder and beauty. Every smile, every argument always end the same: we both lay in each others arms sleeping peacefully. We have so many plans, we’re supposed to bring doing so many things. But this diagnosis is gonna to make it near impossible. I just don’t want this to end, the way I know it will.

God, it’s so selfish but I don’t want you to go and love someone else. I don’t want you to lay in another persons arms knowing that you’d rather be there than anywhere else. I don’t want you to say “I’ll see you in every universe” to anyone else other than me. The thought makes me sick.

I just can’t bring myself to tell you. I’m sorry A, it’s not your fault. I love you so much.