I like seeing you like this.
Like what?
Hopeful.
I like seeing you like this.
Like what?
Hopeful.
You’re the kind of guy that ignores the rules ‘cause it makes you feel in control. Am I right?
You’re not wrong.
You think that’s cute?
Do you think it’s cute?
You wanna hear my list?
No.
Painting class with Bob Ross. He’s dead.
God, you’re beautiful. And brave. I wish I could touch you.
It’s just life. It’ll be over before you know it.
Our first form of communication. Safety, security, comfort, all in the gentle caress of a finger. Or the brush of lips on a soft cheek. It connects us when we're happy, bolsters us in times of fear, excites us in times of passion and love. We need that touch from the one we love almost as much as we need air to breathe. But I never understood the importance of touch. His touch. Until I couldn't have it. So if you’re watching this, and you’re able, touch him. Touch her. Life’s too short to waste a second.
This whole time I’ve been living for my treatments, instead of doing my treatments so that I can live. I wanna live.