Me and you are in the hospital because you've been feeling very weak for some reason. You've been unable to stand for more than 30 seconds and you've been sick. We're at a hospital, and they just did an X-Ray for cancer. I'm praying to every single goddamn star in this universe that it isn't. My father died of cancer, and I can't lose my fiancé too.

Me and you had met in early 2012 when we were at a Vine Convention. I'd never been interested in guys before you, but you just blew everyone out of the water. Your voice was so captivating, and your laugh was so infectious. My twin brother, Ethan, knew this and walked up to you. I'd've never gotten the courage to do so, and I was so embarassed that he could do such a thing. He didn't say that I liked you (thank God), but he did say that I wanted your number. After a couple years, in 2016, me and you started dating, and it was huge for YouTube as well. I'd never felt anything like I'd felt for you.

I sit back in the hospital, hoping for the best and denying the worst. The doctor walks in and has "that" look on his face. I sit up straighter and hold your hand tightly.

"Well? What is it?"

He looks at me and sighs. My heart drops into my stomach when he sighs, but my heart drops belows ground when he says.

"You have stage 1 prostate cancer."

The words ring out and the silence after is almost scary. I clear my throat and say.

"Is there a treatment?"

The doctor starts to go into the treatment plan and he says it's up to you. I look at you and squeeze your hand gently.

"Do you, baby?"