Hello Augustus,
I miss you so much. Some days I wake up and my chest feels like it is being pressed together. And it is not because of my lungs, but my heart. I don't want to say goodbye. I can't breathe anymore. Now, that, is because of my lungs. I feel like I am from An Imperial Affliction. That my own prediction is becoming my life. I am becoming too weak to write, but I will keep trying. I will not ride the elevator to the Circle. I will not admit defeat. Issac is okay, but he is still too sad to do anything. I have tried to play video games with him, but he has become depressed. I have even tried praying for him, and you know that it is hard for me to do that. But praying has also given me something, a false hope. I don't have the strength or that heart to not believe that we will be together in a short time, but that seems like an infinity.
Yours truly and forever, to the moon and back, and for any infinity we share,
Hazel Grace
