"People will say it’s sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it’s not sad. It’s triumphant. It’s heroic.
I snuck into the ICU and saw her while she was unconscious. I just walked in behind a nurse with a badge and I got to sit next to her for like ten minutes before I got caught... Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm, with nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held
her hand and tried to imagine the world without us...
What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers."
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excerpt from The Fault in our Stars, by the lovely John Green
(One day, I pray that my writing will ever compare to his. For now, I write, and hope it sounds good.)All Rights Reserved