Part I:

Last night I dreamed about him. I haven’t dreamed about him since the last time I talked to him. But this dream was unlike any other.

I said goodbye to him in this dream. And he told me he loved me, and that he always had.

It’s probably not even close to the truth, but I’ll take it.

Part II:

The cancer has spread.

I’m so fucking scared. I’ve never been this close to losing someone this way.

She’s so brave, she’s hardly worried. She’s used to this.

I want her to get better and be around longer.

She’s 27. It’s not fair.

I haven’t known her long, sure, but she’s genuine.

I love her. She’s like family to me.

This hurts me. I need her to get better!

(I sound so selfish.)