Dear Harry,
If you're reading this then you're at my house. I hope you find my bed comfortable. I'm actually at the hospital. I don't know if moms told you, but I'm stage 3.
I'm in chemo and I know you'll probably be coming to see me soon. I really don't want you to see me. I'm going to look like shit and be weak.
The doctors say there's a great chance that I'll recover and come out of this a survivor. If I don't, I want you to know it's okay to make new dreams with new people. This is written proof that I think that that's okay.
I guess you'll be at the hospital once this letter ends. Please kiss me like you used to. I don't want you to kiss me any differently. Not now.
Bye,
Louis x
