Before long, I came down with an illness. It wasn't difficult to get ill that easily, because I was already suffering from a broken heart. She was crying because she knew she'd never see me again. She was crying because she told me she was dying. She didn't have long. She had been given three weeks warning, and she told me with 2 weeks left. It's been a year, now, but I am finding it hard to hold on to this life. I hope to see her again.