I was 12 years old when I meet him.

I didn't expect that he would fall for me.

I was 15 years old when he confess his feelings towards on me.

I just smiled and let him be.

I was 18 years old when he surprise me for my birthday.

That was the time I realized my feelings on him.

I was 22 years old when I plan to answer him for courting me,

But he didn't show and left me.

I was 26 years old when I saw him again.

He was lying in bed with a pitiful condition.

That was the time I find out the truth, he have a cancer.

I was 23 years old when I decided to pretend that I have a cancer too. I cut my hair into bald and confine myself in the same hospital.

I was 24 years old when I saw him happy. Together, we fight for his recovery.

I was 26 years old when he finally recover.

He's a cancer survivor. That was the time I told him about what I did.

I was 28 years old when I feel something strange, and then I find out that I truly have a cancer.

I didn't expect that the thing that I pretend would be true,and here I am now, helpless and lethargy.

Hoping for my own recovery