when meeting new people progresses to the knowing stage, in which girl-who-bleeds-a lot and stoned dude and the token hipster stop having to do so much with their labels, but are given new adjectives of real significance.
and when prolonged eye contact no longer is awkward, but is shared with a grin, because you are beginning to understand what the eyes mean.
it’s time to stop praying for you to see me and pray to let you go, instead.
Me and my baby girl Angeline, my beautiful fellow osteosarcoma survivor trying to imitate the fault in our stars movie cover. I met her while we were going through chemo last fall. She’ll always be my hazel grace