Bethany, I'm sorry. I've been a selfish idiot. But I miss you, so much. I know you'd want me to be happy, to celebrate the fact that you really lived, even if it was only for 13 years... But it's nearly impossible. Every time I'm in a good mood, I suddenly think "How can you be happy? Your best friend is gone. You'll never see her amazing smile or hear her laugh again. She's gone."
I hate it. I hate cancer.
I love you.
Recovering.
James | 14 | East London