We met in grade nine geography class, both young and excited and sweet. Our flirting just came so naturally,our friendship lasted through everything. He saw me cry over crushes that broke my heart and he always picked up the pieces. He was suspicious of all my boyfriends, worried about how they'd treat me. And through it all he waited; writing letters and poems, declaring his love and proving his patience. I could never say no to his feelings, just "please, let me suffer through this". And suffer I did, for a while. He wrote me a song and sang it in fron of the entire school and I cried behind my sunglasses, forgetting about the doubts and the fears. And, three years later, long after the hallways of high school, and the chaos of teenage against, he is here. And when he wraps his arms around me at night, resting his head on my heart, I ache all over again. His eyes say it all and his smile melts my heart. He holds my heart in his hands, never letting it be broken and I want to scream I feel so happy! Our laughter muffled under covers, inside jokes that no one knows but us, tears we cry with each other and for each other. His love brings tears to my eyes, his devotion amazes me. We were each other's first, in more ways than one, and will always continue to be. Everyone has a someone like this, waiting to sing songs and write poems and cry drukenly in front of strangers. Love is hard and difficult to find and messy to clean up,but it's real. And if you live your live without it, you'll never really know yourself, or anyone else for that matter. Today, I found out I have cervical cancer. And my sweet, wonderful, so-much-more-than-a-boyfriend, cried with me for hours, and held me until I fell asleep in his arms. I don't know what to do, but I know who I love. Don't waste time. If you love someone tell them, because love is stronger than anything, even cancer.