words inside any longer.

    quot;I love you, Jamie,quot; I said to ;Youre t t ever o me.”

    It  time Id ever said to anote family.  to someone else, Id some it  . Id never been more sure of anything.

    As soon as I said tarted to cry, leaning o mine. I ime t my arms  all t o my c for ime. I  sure o t t regret trutrut promised  I would never lie again.

    quot;Please dont say t,quot; so me. quot;Please . . .”

    quot;But I do,quot; I said, t believe me.

    So cry even ;Im sorry,quot; so me t;Im so, so sorry. . . .”

    My t suddenly  dry.

    quot;; I asked, suddenly desperate to understand ;Is it because of my friends and  care anymore-I really dont.quot; I was reaching, confused and, yes-scared.

    It took anot for o stop crying, and in time s me. Sly, almost like ty street, then ran her finger over my cheek.

    quot;You cant be in love ; shrough red and swollen eyes.

    quot;e can be friends,  love me.”

    quot;?quot; I sed  understanding any of this.

    quot;Because,quot; sly, quot;Im very sick, Landon.”

    t ely foreign t I couldnt compre srying to say.

    quot;So ake a few days . . .”

    A sad smile crossed  t srying to tell me.  mine as s numbed my soul.

    quot;Im dying, Landon.”