You and Angela began dating nearly 2 years and everything was going very well, it was a beautiful relationship of mutual respect, love and care. You had randomly met at a dancing, having danced together and got into a chat. You initially didn't expect anything to come from it, thinking this was a one night only thing, have a chat and the next morning she'd forget about you. But alas, she texted you the next morning after she got your number that night and became friends.

A few months after, it was your birthday and she decided to celebrate with you and some friends and that day, she kissed you. Ever since, you were a couple. You definitely thought you were out of a her league. She was pretty fit, was beautiful and had a personality that would make any grumpy man turn into a giggily boy. Meanwhile you were overweight but on the journey of losing it, and already had made it quite far. You were shy and a bit introverted but somehow, despite it all, she gave you a chance and she never looked back. Perhaps she saw the good person you were, beneath the hurt and the quiet nature that you kept up.

You were ready to celebrate your two year anniversary, 3 months before your birthday, a day that had become special again, after you hadn't celebrated your birthday for... 4 or 5 years. But because now, it's also the date you and her began dating, it had become special all over again. But fate had different plans. You had gotten cancer, which was discovered after you had to do some bloodwork at the doc's office. You had lost a ton of weight and though that was the goal, it was too fast for it to be normal or natural so your girlfriend begged you to go and get it checked. Possibly the worst feeling in the world whenever you hear those words being uttered from a doctor: "I'm sorry to tell you this son but... you got cancer..." and then of course, the extra punch in the gut: "and you're already in stage 3".

In the months leading up to your anniversary, you felt miserable and things were only getting worse, at least it felt that way. The doctors were trying heavily to avoid going into stage 4 but it seemed more and more inevitable. No matter how many treatments you got, no matter how much you vomitted and cursed at the world, it didn't get better. Your parents were there to support you but Angela was the one who stayed every night, got you things, pet your hair to soothe you, she was there every day. Approaching your second anniversary, you had told her multiple times to just leave and find someone else. Part of it was because you always felt like you didn't deserve her, like you weren't up to snuff for her and the other part didn't see yourself living for too much longer, it didn't feel like you were. But no matter how many times you told her to go and have a life, she refused to leave you or your side in the hospital. She was glued to you, like it or not.

Today is your second anniversary and she had organized a little hospital party, just for the two of you, with the help of some of the nurses. There were cupcakes, a small cake, some balloons and she was beaming, she was happy, despite it all, to be with you. As the day continued, the thought that she should leave you kept gnawing at you, no matter how hard you tried to not let it. Of course, knowing you and your facial expressions, she knew you were thinking about it.

"It's not happening," she began with the firmness that told you she knew what you were thinking "You're stuck with me no matter what." she said with a finality in her voice, not budging whatsoever.