Alexa
I was in the hospital when I first saw him. He had blue-gray eyes, brown, short hair, kind of a crooked nose although you couldn't really notice it unless you really looked at him and studied his face, and a beautiful smile. Now I hadn't witnessed this smile firsthand but I did see him smile at a nurse and it seemed really genuine.
He was really handsome but way out of my league. He was kind of tall. Probably about 5'8. He was kind of muscular but looked kind of weak. He was really skinny too. Like he never gained any weight. He didn't have a shirt on when I walked by his room. He had a feeding tube in his stomach like I used to have when I was a baby up to the age of 5 years old. I didn't need mine anymore at the age of 5 because I was actually eating although I barely gained any weight. He looked like I did when I was 15 years old. He had to wear oxygen while I did not. I knew there were others way worse than me. I just never saw them because they all kept their doors closed.
Sorry, let me explain myself. I have Cystic Fibrosis. It's a respiratory and digestive disease. My expiration date is most likely 40 years old. While I may not be okay with that, I have somewhat come to terms with it. If that makes any sense to you. With my illness, I may never find someone to love me. That is my greatest fear. But let me tell you something. When I saw this guy who I only know his last name as Green, I fell in love spontaneously. I did not expect it at all. It just happened. Now CF patients are not to be within 6 feet of each other. So I knew this could only be a fantasy and that I would have to love from afar. But I was strangely okay with that. Maybe one day he or I would get a lung transplant and we would be able to be together. I highly doubt that at the moment with my lung function being only 25% and not eligible for a lung transplant yet. I guess a girl can dream, can't she?
Gabriel
I watched her as she walked by my room several times.She sure was able to walk fast and do a lot of laps. I wondered what her lung function was. She had beautiful long brown hair, blue eyes as blue as the ocean and a cute button nose. I knew I shouldn’t be longing to hold her hand or touch her face or kiss her lips. But tbat’s what I wanted to do. I wanted to be with her. Maybe marry her one day but that would be a day where both of us would have to have a lung transplant. I wanted to be with her but I knew I couldn’t. I needed to know her name. I didn’t even know her last name because I never got out of my room. I think I might ask a nurse what her name is. Although no one is really supposed to tell me, I think they would because I’m pretty sure they encourage us to make friends with one another. Oh my. This girl is so beautiful. As beautiful as the stars that shine in the sky at night. As beautiful as a rose right when it has bloomed. I’m being sappy I know but I can’t help myself. I’m a hopeless romantic and I am already falling in love with her. I long to be with her. Oh how I long to be with her.
