Five Feet Apart

If I’m going to die, I’d like to actually live first.

How long will I live my life afraid of what-ifs?

I’m tired of living without really living.

Everyone in this world is breathing borrowed air.

...I want to be fearless and free. It's just life, Will. It'II be over before we know it.

...Don’t think about what you’ve lost. Think of how much you have to gain. Live, Stella.

If this year has taught me anything, it's that grief can destroy a person.

I don't want to leave you, but I love you too much to stay.

I’m not going far. I’ll always be here. Just an inch away. I promise.

I’m tired of living without really living. I’m tired of wanting things. We can’t have a lot of things. But we could have this.

I know in that moment, even though it could not be more ridiculous, that if I die in there, I won’t die without falling in love.

I hope my life wasn’t for nothing,

She’s bossy.” “Nah, she’s a boss,

If this is all we get, then let's take it. I want to be fearless and free," she says, giving me a look, daring me. "It's just life, Will. It'll be over before we know it.

It's just life, Will. It'll be over before we know it.

We need that touch from the one we love, almost as much as we need air to breathe. I never understood the importance of touch, his touch... until I couldn't have it.

You scare me Stella." I looked at him, frowning. "What? Why?" He looks into my eyes his voice serious. "You make me want a life I cant have." I know exactly what he means. He shakes his head his face somber. "That's the scariest thing I've ever felt.

If I’m going to die, I’d like to actually live first. And then I’ll die.

For the first time I feel the weight of every single inch, every millimeter, of the six feet between us.

If I'm going to die, I'd like to actually live first. And then i'll die

And I realize I'm doing the one thing I've told myself this whole time I wouldn't do. I'm wanting something I can never have.

I have nothing left to give. I have nothing left to-no. I straighten, desperately pulling in one more short breath, knowing deep in my chest that it is the last breath I will ever get, and I gave it to her, I gave her everything to her, the girl I love. She deserves that.

It didn’t hurt. I wasn’t scared.

So is your plan to die really, really smart so you can join the debate team of the dead?

Human touch.Our first form of communication. Safety, security, comfort, all in the gentle caress of a finger.Or at the brush of lips on a soft cheek. It connects us when we are happy, bolsters us in times of fear, excites us in time of passion ... and love, we need that touch from the one we love almost as much as we need air to breath.

I look at the holiday lights in the distance, twinkling like stars, calling out to me. This time I respond.

I think a well-drawn cartoon can say more than words ever could, you know? It could change minds.

I lie back, putting my hands behind my head, the room seeming uncomfortably quiet even though it’s still just me in here. But as I roll over and turn out the light, I realize for the first time in a long time, I don’t really feel alone.

And I realize I’m doing the one thing I’ve told myself this whole time I wouldn’t do. I’m wanting something I can never have.