You told me you admired me for my ability to ready poetry with such emotion, but you didn't know I was using it to tell my story. You told me cancer was a ***** and for me to read about it to hundreds so I could win a medal was inspirational. I accepted your commentary as though it were coming from god himself. But the truth is, I didn't and don't have the heart to tell you the truth. I don't want your pity stare. I don't want you to know you're losing me. I want to spend the last of my days with you as you are and I promise not to say I love you because I don't want you to say it back, only to be forced to let me go. All I can say now, is that i'm sorry. When you find this, please forgive me.
Love,
   Marie