When I first met him, I kept thinking that I should keep an eye out on him just in case he tried to steal my wallet or something. But now that I think back at it, it was such a silly thought.

      The second time we met, I just wanted the necklace that I had lost. I never thought that he would want something in return or that I would agree with him. Well actually that necklace did mean a lot to me so I can understand why I agreed.

      But now I realize that I fell in love with him. It wasn’t supposed to happen, yet it did. I didn’t want to believe it at first, but when I looked back I saw how I fell in love. It was when I noticed that he wasn’t who I thought he was.  

      Instead of being the badass type of guy I thought he was, he turned out to be a bit different. Sure he still is that delinquent I first met, but there was a side of him I never thought existed.

      I began to yearn for that side. I wanted to see it every time we saw each other. The thing was it was always there, I just never paid close attention to it.

      Sometimes we never see how precious something is to us until we finally lose it. It was the same way for me. I never knew how I badly I wanted to be with him until my wish finally came true. The wish to finally fulfill the deal with him and just leave was so strong it clouded my mind.

      I remember how happy I was to finally be done with our deal, but the farther away I was from him the more my heart began to hurt. The weeks after were so cruel and the need to see him became stronger. Finally when I couldn’t take it no more I went to go see him

      If I only knew that our days were numbered I would have ignored my pride and saw him sooner, but I didn’t. I tried to show him that he was wrong. That I didn’t care for him, but when I saw him lying there in his bed white as chalk I realized that he was right in a way. That I did like him, but it was stronger. I was in love with him.

      After I found out I stayed with him. He told me he was just a bit sick and he’ll be better so I could leave. Yet I didn’t want to leave, so I stayed with him.

      He was right. He was better in that morning and we went out. I couldn’t tell him that I loved him, but being with him was just enough. However just being friends wouldn’t satisfy me forever.

      It was a week after did he ask me out. I was in cloud nine when I heard those words and immediately said yes. He teased me by repeating the words I told him when we first started to see each other. In response I just laughed a bit.

      It was great for the next few months. Until he became horribly sick that he had to be hospitalized. It was then I learned why sometimes he would become sick or why he would suddenly cancel one of our dates. He was diagnosed with cancer.

      Our days became even more limited that before. I realized that I wouldn’t be with him much longer. I cried that night and the next and the next. It was never-ending, but I still went to see him. I needed to be with him.

      Then one day he told me that he had always liked me, but thought he wouldn’t have a chance with me. Because why would I like a delinquent like him? He was right because back then I would have never given him a second glance.

      In return I told him that when he told me that I was free to go, how horrible I felt. How badly I wanted to see him and his eyes brightened with a goofy smile on his face. The same one; which I had come to love after a while.

      After wards, the days came by faster more than I liked. The days started to shorten. It was the last day when he told me something I didn’t think he would remember.

      “Today is the 300^th day since we first met.”

      It was the day he went away as well. He took apart of me with him and I realized that was the second time I had lost him. Yet I had that second chance to be with him. I had three hundred days to love him, albeit I didn’t love him at first. I did love him towards the end.

      Even now I wished I had taken advantage of those three hundred days I had with him. That I wasn’t so stubborn in the beginning and refused to think I had the slightest care for him. But it’s too late now.

 However, I am grateful for that second chance. Those days we had to be together. The day I lost my necklace because it was what brought us together. For when we told each other we loved each other. When we did something I thought I would never do until marriage. But plans do change sometimes.

 I still love him and every single day I like to look back when he was with me. Starting from day one.