Sunday 3 December 2017

Love Prose

                                                                 The Fault in Our Stars

Dear Peter Van Houten,
     I'm a good person but a shitty writer. You're a shitty person but a good writer, and I guess we make a good team.

I wanna ask for a favour 'cos I don't have much time and from what I saw, you've got plenty. So fix this for me. Its an eulogy for Hazel.

I'm trying to write her one and I just...I can use a little flair but the thing is...we all want to be remembered, but Hazel's different. Hazel knows the truth, she doesn't want a million admirers. She just wanted one, and she had it.

Maybe Hazel wasn't loved widely but she was loved deeply. Isn't that much of what most of us get?

When Hazel was sick, I knew I was dying but I didn't wanna say it. She was in the ICU when I stuck in for two minutes and I sat with her before I got caught.

Her eyes were closed, her lips paled but her hands were still her hands, still warm and painted in this dark blue black colour. And I just held them, and I imagined my world without thi beautiful...and what a worthless world that would be. She's so beautiful. You don't get tired of looking at her.

You don't bother if she's smarter than you because you she is. She's funny without ever being mean.

I love her oh gosh. I'm so lucky to love her Van Houten. We don't get to choose not to get hurt in this world, but we do have a say in who hurts us.

I like my choices and I hope she likes her.

Okay Hazel Grace?

"I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”


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