The perfect gift.

guys, this is a story i made. Im not the girl.

I wish to be a star. I wish i could be that shiny thing in the sky called sun. I wished i gave warmth to all the people, but burn others. I wish i could take control of the climate, the hot days of summer. I think anything is possible.

I wish i could write a book. A book i could express all my feelings and guard deep inside my closet and never, ever, show it. Maybe one day i will share my thoughts, all these images in my head to the world and impact the minds of the ordinary. Maybe i would. Maybe i could. But i wouldnt. I have no time.

You see, since young, ive been diagnosed with Anorexia. I didnt ate a thing. But then of a horrible heart attack i realized something. I was dying.My dad helped me go through my rough days. Hes my best friend. As a toddler i lost my mom to cancer, and we grew together even closer. And so i learned, and i have breakfast, supper, dinner as any human with good health will. But it was too late.

Today ive been diagnosed with Cardiomyopathy. Cardiomyopathy is a serious disease in which the heart muscle becomes inflamed and doesn't work as well as it should. You see, anorexia caused this terrible disease. Its terminal, if its not treated. But the thing is, my heart is already too weak. I suffered from Cardiomyopathy since 2 years ago and I just noticed.
The doctor told me that i only had little time left if I cant find a donator.
(which i cant find, because of my weird blood type)

My father reduced to tears. He loved me and my mother so much, that he didnt want to lose me, cause it was just too much. His suffering. everything. Well, he told me that he would make these last days worth it.
And i told him about my dream.

I want to be in pink. Yeah, like a ridiculously big dress. I want to be noticed because of my makeup and hairstyle. I want to be the most special girl that night. I want to dance with a guy and, of course with my father. Yes, my last request was to have a sweet sixteen party. You see, my birthday is in one week.

I wanted it to be special. I want to remember it when im in heaven. My dad started to cry. He said he would do whatever it takes to do one.

Three days later i started to feel dizzy, and i once in a while fainted. I vomited, and strangely, even if my heart was hurt, i had much of love in it. Love is the thing that kept him alive. My father told me the only thing he could do is that the party was on our patio.I wonder what would he give me for my birthday. I didnt care. I just want my friends and family see me in the last dance of my life.

Three days before the party, I felt a thousand times more dizzy. And i vomited like 5 times. My dad was praying that it was just the nerves, but sadly, it wasnt. I fainted. My father ran up to me, and noticed i had no heart pulse..

..I woke up in the hospital four days later. I was pissed. Personally because my last party was ruined. I kept shouting at the doctors, and thats when i started to lose control. I shouted and shouted, until tears fell off my face. I started cursing, and i kept telling to myself why god. Why? Why am I so godamn ruined? I did not do anything wrong. I had a future. I had calmed myself down. I just thought to myself some things i wouldve done in my life, when i noticed there was a tube inserted near my heart. And some stitches. What have they done?

..I see a present in the chair.
I see the wrap, and i jsut noticed it was wrapped by my dads "excellent" skills and laughed. And i also asked to myself, where is my dad. I got up, careful not to move any tubes, and took the present.
I opened it.
It just had a letter.

"Darling, i hope this birthday is the best for you.
I love you with all my being.
so for this birthday present.
I give you my heart."

It wasnt until a year later i understood that message.