Just another Tumor

Dear Samantha Type

If you're reading this, it means one thing. I wanted to write this in case it happened. I want to tell you this, I did not want to die. I would never leave you in this world without me intentionally. It wasn't your fault. I want you to say that to yourself everyday. I know you Samantha. I know you have the biggest heart anyone has seen and I know how deeply you feel emotions. I want you to know I left fighting for you. Fighting to see into those deep blue eyes. The ones where I could get lost in. Midnight blue. A galaxy full of stars waiting to be discovered, I wanted to be the only one to see them. I know now that won't happen. So as a last stitch plea. Let someone else find them. Let him into your walls to see the universe within you Samantha. I will always be watching down on you smiling at how brave you are. How much love you are capable of giving and how much you deserve to have someone give it back to you, tenfold. I don't want to leave you. I'm angry for this to happen so soon but fate a has a sense of humor I guess. My dear Samantha Type, I am in love with every inch of you. From your brown furious locks to the scar on your left foot. I wish I could have stayed longer. I wish I could have been the one seeing you in white. Seeing you which color you were going to paint your walls this week. But magic has it's limits. You and you alone, have kept me going. You need to forgive and forget this. It makes my chest hurt writing it and admitting to myself but it's true. I want to look down on you and see your mega watt smile lighting up rooms. Your booming laugh reach all corners of the world. Even if it's with someone else, I want you to have love. Love for yourself, for them, for your friends and family. I want love for you Samantha. I know you will have it because the moment I saw you at 10 years old I knew. I knew I was looking at a miracle and I knew I wanted to hold you in my arms forever. Until my last breathe. And laying here I know the latter will come true. And with that, all I feel is peace.

I will love you forever Samantha Type.

My deepest apologies,

    Michael Arron Hasting