Dear First Love,
I am still the greedy and selfish person I was before I met you. So much so that I selfishly wanted one last date. Just you and me. Our last.
And so I invited you out first. For dinner at the small cafe where we had our first date. We talked and talked so comfortably that for a moment, I think all my worries slipped away and I temporarily forgot that I was dying. I didn’t tell you how terribly my head and heart ached with sadness and nostalgia then.
After that, we went stargazing. We went once before, together, still when we were a fresh couple, both of us nervous and blushing wrecks, and that just made my heart ache more. The stars were beautiful tonight. Maybe it was god’s last gift to me to share with you. Is that too corny?
We kissed under the stars. Sitting on th
