Dear First Love,
I don’t know if I should tell you. As much as I want to, I don’t want to hurt you even more. I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want to die. But of course, after all the good things I’ve experienced with you and the new friends and family I have, something was bound to take my happiness from me.
Grandma cried. I’ve never seen her cry before, and even though I haven’t been with her long, she always was a tough woman. Seeing her cry made me want to cry. But I didn’t. I’m not going to spend the last moments I have left moping around in a pool of my own misery.
Somehow, grandma found out that you were compatible enough with me medically to donate your lung. I think it would be better if I didn’t know that. As soon as I heard that, I knew that my decision was finalized. I
