I don't know what I want.
I let people make decisions for me.
Why can't I take control of my life?
I need to be the steering wheel?
He asked me what do I want?
I told him honestly that I didn't know!
I want alot of things!
I want to be able to live!
I want to go rock climbing, jump down from a tree, ride a motorcycle, try sushi.
But how can I do those things If I am sick?
You see I have cancer!
All the things I wanted and planned to do, are all gone!
There is no future for me now.
Only future I have is to wait til winter.
Because winter is death.
Once I die, I hope that in another life, I am immortal!
That cancer is dead!
That I was finally sure about what I wanted.
So, that when he asked me, I would have a different answer.
Instead, of wanting to live...
It would simply be nothing because I'm glad I met you.