I was diagnosed with small cell lung cancer and only had three months left...
Last fall, he confessed his love to me. It turns out he likes me too.
I told him about my condition, will he leave me? Will he dislike me?
He didn't leave me, but hugged me tightly and gave me the answer.
I think, in this case, I will spend the last time with him.
Those three months were the happiest days of my life.
I'm dead...
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