When I first heard about it, I was in complete disbelief. There's no way that was right. My head silently thought, but she's beautiful... But people don't joke about things like this. I tried to picture what it would be like to have it happen to me; changes to the people in my life, dreams of my own, or those I share, the hope that kept me going, and love. The receding lack of it, the disappearance of some... And I almost collapsed. It was heartbreaking.

I cannot pretend I know what she's going through. But I hope that I can give her whatever strength I have and can spare, to hold on. Somehow I have to believe that she will be okay. I wanna pray, wanna hope, wanna keep this faith in people, in a love that will never leave cause I just cannot be wrong... I sound almost selfish, or naive, like a little girl who doesn't understand that fairytales are fiction, but this is for everyone who grew up believing that there is a happily ever after and is still holding on for one: I know you want to as well.

Tonight I hold you in my prayers.