Mr. Vanhoutten, Im a good person but a shitty writer. Your a shitty person but a good writer. Wed make a good team. I dont want to ask you many favors but if you have the time - and from what I saw you have plenty - I was hoping you could fix this for me. Its a eulogy for Hazel. She asked me to write one and Im trying. I could just use a little flare. Everybody wants to be remembered in this world but not Hazel. Hazel knew the truth. Hazel may not have been loved widely, but she was loved deeply. She didnt want a million admirers - she just wanted one - and she got it, and isnt that more than what most of us get? When Hazel was sick I knew I was dying but I didnt want to say so. she was in the ICU and I snuck into see her-before I got caught. Her eyes were closed and her skin was pale but her hands were still her hands. Still warm and her nails painted this dark blue-ish Black color and I just held them and willed myself to imagine a world without us and what a worthless world that would be. Shes so beautiful. You dont get tired of looking at her. You never worry if shes smarter than you because you already know she is. I love her. God, I love her and Im so lucky to love her. We dont get to choose if we get hurt in this world but we do have a say in who hurts us. I like my choices and I hope likes hers. Okay, Hazel Grace? THE FAULT IN OUR STARS
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 06:34:53 +0000
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