30 hours. That's how long I had to live. The doctors had warned me that this araw would come about 3 years ago. But I didn't believe them. They've sinabi it before, several times in the last 3 months, and yet it never did happen. But this time, everything was real. Reality had fianlly hit me. I was going to die. That was it. That was the last time I would ever doubt myself again. People surrounded the outside of my hospital room. But no, not my dad. He could care less. I'm only 17, geez Dad. The least you could have done was call me or send me an email or something. But I didn't know until last week. He had disapeared. The last someone ever saw of him, he was leaving Los Angeles, on a plane to Chile. Didn't make any sense. My parents had gotten divorced when I was 12, right about when I got sick. The disease then spread rapidly throughout my body, making me feel weaker and weaker with each step of the way. I have a disease called Ebola, a highly deadly disease. It can't be cured. I didn't know I had it. But why me? I'm just a simple girl from Idaho, who lives on a potato farm, and practically live off potatoes. We don't grow them anymore, because my dad was the farmer, and, as you all know, he left. He was our last hope at getting money in for my insanly high medical bills. But he left. And I'm kinda glad.
Hidden deep within
Where no one can find it
And slip right in
To be with the one
The one right for you
Whose eyes are lovely
As ocean waves of blue
Forever to stare
To stare at you
Forever and ever
For you know it's true
Even when you doubt
You doubt the truth
You know this feeling
You don't need proof
This is love
pag-ibig is exciting
And terrible sometimes
Something so inviting
And perfect for me and you