So, since EP has been eating my stories more and more, I wanted to post this one here before it got gobbled up by the "Violates community guidelines" monster.
Someone wanted to share his story about a loved one he lost from cancer. He asked me to write a story for him. I wrote it from my perspective, and he loved it. It is posted on my experienceproject account, but since EP seems to keep deleting my stories on there, I have decided to also post here so it won't end up in the trash, like some of my other writings.
While I too have lost people I love to cancer, I am writing this up for a friend here on EP. Please give credit to imabeaker, this is his story that I wrote based on his personal experience (from a woman's point of view):
Looking so weak and fragile, my friend pulled me aside one day. “I don’t have much more time.”
“I know, don’t think about that. Just try to think about happy things.” I replied.
We had been friends for a long time, but she was dying. She had Lymphoma, and could not last much longer. The doctors thought she would probably be gone within the week.
“I am thinking about happy things. I am thinking about her.”
She explained to me. She was a lesbian, and had met someone online. They chatted infrequently, but my friend had fallen in love. She then made a request that would change my life forever.
“She has never seen me, so does not know what I look like. I don’t want to hurt her. I want her to be happy, and I know you and her would get along great together. I know you well enough to know, you would probably love her too.”
I was crushed. I didn't know what to say, how to respond. It broke my heart to think about her love never knowing what happened to my friend. At the same time, I understood. I would rather someone I love not have her heart broken. Reluctantly, I wrote down her user names and passwords. I asked her what they talked about, what she liked. It was heartwarming to see the smile as my friend thought about her love and discussed the details. It was heartbreaking to know that their love would end, and I would have to take her place.
A week later, she passed away.
After the funeral, I sat down, logging on to her account, seeing what they would say to each other, how they talked to each other. The time came when I got a chat request. My heart beat rapidly as I responded. We talked for a while, then disconnected.
Eventually, we started talking more. First, once a month, twice a month, three times a month. Finally, we were talking every night. After about a year and a half, I realized I had fallen in love with her.
We hit a point where we decided to meet. Six months later, I flew out to New York City to meet this other woman that I had spent the last two years chatting with, getting to know, face to face for the first time.
She was twenty-five, still a virgin. One look and I could see that we both truly loved each other. We chatted, talking about different things, relating events we knew about already, and just getting used to looking into each other’s eyes, instead of reading each other’s text.
That night, we stayed at her house and made love. We have been in love ever since, our one desire, one love, for each other.
I still think about my friend every time, and hope she knows that I have found happiness. And it was all thanks to her. I just wish it did not come at such a high cost.
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