The sweetest word ever to befall my ears. Remission. Jamie was in
remission. She wasn't labeled as dying any more.
It was a miracle. She wanted a miracle. Well, hear it is. Now I don't have to worry if every day will be our last together. If she will leave me before we can sit down for a nice dinner and legally have a glass of nice wine. If she will leave me before we can buy our dream house. Before I can tell her I love her again.
I won't have to worry if I'll wake up and not find her beside me, breathing softly. I won't have to worry about God taking her to be an angel in heaven...because she will be my angel. I won't have to fear forgetting her. No one will tell me that I should get over Jamie, because I will have her here, with me.
Our summer was magic...I'm not sure if anyone experienced anything like we did. Every day was perfect. I was with the person I loved the most. Now every day I will see her, my angel, not just in a framed picture of us at the beach or graduation.
It was amazing how she changed me, and I grew to love her so quickly. My proposal wasn't implusive. I knew that no one, no matter how intelligent, beautiful, graceful, compassionate, could find something in me like she did, and choose me to be the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. I knew that I wanted to be with her. As long as I lived.
When I heard those words, "Jamie is in remission," it was the happiest moment of my life. Happier than when I said "I do" at our wedding. Then I was happy that I was marrying her, but sad because I knew it would not last.
Now, I am truly happy.
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A/N: Thanks for reading. This is my first AWTR fic. I just saw the movie last night, lol. It's a big change in genre for me, so I hope it doesn't completely suck. R/R. Flames will be used to burn the hate mail. For all you medical people saying it's probably not possible for her to recover like that...I think you're right. Kind of explanation next chapter.
It was a miracle. She wanted a miracle. Well, hear it is. Now I don't have to worry if every day will be our last together. If she will leave me before we can sit down for a nice dinner and legally have a glass of nice wine. If she will leave me before we can buy our dream house. Before I can tell her I love her again.
I won't have to worry if I'll wake up and not find her beside me, breathing softly. I won't have to worry about God taking her to be an angel in heaven...because she will be my angel. I won't have to fear forgetting her. No one will tell me that I should get over Jamie, because I will have her here, with me.
Our summer was magic...I'm not sure if anyone experienced anything like we did. Every day was perfect. I was with the person I loved the most. Now every day I will see her, my angel, not just in a framed picture of us at the beach or graduation.
It was amazing how she changed me, and I grew to love her so quickly. My proposal wasn't implusive. I knew that no one, no matter how intelligent, beautiful, graceful, compassionate, could find something in me like she did, and choose me to be the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. I knew that I wanted to be with her. As long as I lived.
When I heard those words, "Jamie is in remission," it was the happiest moment of my life. Happier than when I said "I do" at our wedding. Then I was happy that I was marrying her, but sad because I knew it would not last.
Now, I am truly happy.
~*~*~*~
A/N: Thanks for reading. This is my first AWTR fic. I just saw the movie last night, lol. It's a big change in genre for me, so I hope it doesn't completely suck. R/R. Flames will be used to burn the hate mail. For all you medical people saying it's probably not possible for her to recover like that...I think you're right. Kind of explanation next chapter.
