It’s been a week since Stella told me about her illness.
I’m on my way to pick up my dying girlfriend for a date. Damn it. I have to stop referring to her as such in my mind.
But this past week, I haven’t been able to stop myself. She still seems so healthy, so alive. I’m terrified of the day when she is no longer those things. My fear is that I won’t be able to survive it. How does one survive the loss of someone as wonderful as Stella?
I keep hoping that if I continue to remind myself of her illness, then I will have an easier time of letting her go. Yet I fear that won’t be feasible. I could prepare for years, and I still wouldn’t be ready to see her leave this earth.
Today, I’m going to ask Stella to marry me. My goal is to make as many of her dreams come true before she goes. She
