April 12, 2015

Dear Abby

Yeah I have been skipping days already. I know I can't even keep writing up these letters like I had promised. I feel like I am a man of broken promises. I wish I didn't hurt so much. The doctors said it was not suppose to be this severe already which means I may even have less of a chance to live until the end of summer. I wanted nothing more than to see you in your homecoming dress. Another promise I had broken for you. To be honest you do not deserve me. You deserve so much more. I am so sorry for everything. I can't be there for you like a normal boyfriend would.

                                       - Love, Wes

I worried my bottom lip. By now I had chewed my left hand's  nails and had not even noticed. My palms were sweating and my heart was racing. How could he believe that? He never broke a promise. He did not even promise that he would take me to homecoming. Why does homecoming matter anyways? He was dying, but was more scared over missing some stupid dance because that is what normal couples do. And I was clueless to it all. I was so worried that I would loose him that I did not savor the last moments I had with him.

It was never me that did not deserve him, it was him that did not deserve me.