My friend was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. His heart is only pumping half the blood his body needs and the outlook is bleak. For his birthday, I bought him a journal and started it for him. I started drawing again.
I am so afraid to lose him. He has been a strong force holding me down this last half a year. Losing him would be devastating. I have not appreciated his jokes about his death that he makes but I will always treasure our conversations. He doesn’t judge. He tells me to forgive myself. Get well soon, you have a lot left to do. <3