The Fault In Our Stars by sense-and-stupidity, literature
Literature
The Fault In Our Stars
We almost died last week, and it wasn't like how you imagined it. There weren't flowers or tumors or hospital beds. It was just us two, gazing into the mirror, peering under our frayed edges, staring through the light to the place beyond, wondering what made perfection so unobtainable. Wondering how death could manage to be so much easier than life [floating on your back, no need for oars.]
You may think I am a coward, but, darling, we are so strong, and it is all thanks to you.
You soak up love. You breathe in life and let it travel through your bloodstream. Life is like a virus injected intravenously, fighting red blood cells and capillar