Published September 27, 2014 by katysoqewl

I decided to hide my feelings, because i always felt like i didn’t entirely understand her and that she was always hiding something although we spoke a lot. Or maybe it was just me being insecure… who knows. Matric finals came and went so fast and here i was a boy who achieved 4 A’s, has a relationship he doesn’t fully understand and his whole life ahead of him.

That Saturday afternoon, i had dropped my brother off at soccer and was driving home, singing along to the Maher Zain CD without a thought on my mind. My Samsung Galaxy S5 beeped and i looked to see who it was that was messaging me.
Humairaa… What the smurf?? She never ever messages me..
I opened the message
“Hey need to talk to you, meet me at the mall”
“Hey and what about?”
“Just message me when you there”

We met up after like half an hour at Cappucinos and she had this reaaly serious face  on. We made regular chit chat and the. There was this awkward silence. Breaking the tension, I asked, ” so what did you want to talk about ?”
“Oh ummmmm…. It’s ummm..”
“What is it Humairaa?” I tried to ask in the most polite voice I could
“I’m sick….”
“Well, I can drive you home maybe.”
Cutting me off she said, ” no you don’t understand, I have Leukemia …”
“I have had it for 3 years now and the doctors said that I have stopped responding to treatment…”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I asked with a tinge of annoyance in my voice although a grief stricken pain in my heart.
” I didn’t want people to act weird around me ”
” including me???”
“Especially you” she replied, a tear in her eye






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