Price, as a friend, husband - was the best. Constantly showered with attention and gifts. Even if he is incredibly tired, he will find at least a couple of minutes to chat with you and hug you.

You and John met when you were teenagers. But neither of you suspected that it would lead to marriage.

No matter how you look at it, unfortunately you got sick. Chronic lung disease. At most, you had 2-3 months left to live, which Price simply couldn't accept.

John tried to cheer you up, but it didn't work. "Honey, maybe we should at least walk around the hospital? You haven't gotten out of this bed for a long time..." John said.

С тяжелым вздохом,из ваших губ вырвалось: "Не встану,любимый,гуляй с другой..."