"Mr. Van Houten, I’m a good person but a shitty writer. You’re a shitty person but a good writer. We’d make a good team. I don’t want to ask you any favors but if you have the time, and from what I saw, you have plenty, please fix this for me. It’s a eulogy for Hazel. She asked me to write one and I’m trying, I just, I could use a little flair. See the thing is… we all want to be remembered. We all want to leave a mark. But not Hazel. Hazel is different. Hazel knows the truth. She didn’t want a million admirers, she just wanted one. And she got it. Maybe she wasn’t loved widely but she was loved deeply. And isn’t that more than most of us get? When Hazel was sick, I knew I was dying. But I didn’t want to say so. She was in ICU and I snuck in for ten minutes and sat with her before I got caught. Her eyes were closed, her lungs were intubated… But her hands were still her hands, still warm, and the nails painted this dark blue back color and I just held her hands and I willed myself to imagine a world without us and what a worthless world that would be. She’s so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she’s smarter than you cause you know she is. She’s funny without ever being mean. I love her, god I love her. I’m so lucky to love her, Van Houten.You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, but you do have a say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers. Okay, Hazel Grace?"
The fault in our stars- Augustus Waters (via id-rather-lead-than-follow)