_Dear Prudence,_ _I wasn't planning to tell you, but I've never kept a secret from you. So here it goes..._ _I have cancer._ _I found that out last week on Tuesday. I'm scared, not that I'll die, but that I won't ever see you again. Maybe your dream did mean something. But if I were really a butterfly, I would have stopped for you, you're the only person who gets me. Why would I run away? :]_ _Oh, and today, I gave this girl in my class half of my lunch since she forgot hers. I didn't really know what else I could do. Moast people are afraid of me when they see the eyeliner (they ask "Do guys wear make-up?) and the black clothes._ _And don't sweat the fact that you can recite *Twilight Zone* from memory. So can I, you're not alone, don't be ashamed, be proud._ _Yours, Jude_ _*Post. Script.* I love the pink leg warmers, and don't ever stop wearing the fingerless gloves._ http://ficlets.com/feed/story/30747