Im crying for you

Pit Pat. Pit Pat. The sound of my sneakers hitting the pavement.
Suddenly my arm was grabbed, and i was spun around.
A boy, around my age, looking concerned, had grabbed on to me.
He asked me what was wrong
i told him nothing was wrong, that everything was alright.
He could see through my lie.
He took me to a nearby park and sat me on a bench
'Tell me the truth' he demanded
I spat in his face and refused, not wanting to say what happened
He kept asking me, and i complied.
'My parents just told me that they were getting a divorce. They had been dating other people, so i should have seen it coming....'
My voice trailed off after that.
To my surprise he started to cry
When i asked him he said
'I'm crying for you.'
With those words i started to fall.
The next day i went to that same park and he was there
waiting for me,
Just like i had imagined.
He looked at me as i sat down
And he smiled
Everyday after that we met in the park
and talked
eventually i told him that i was in love
and he returned the feelings.
Thats bench is where he proposed to me.
And that bench is where he told me that he had terminal cancer.
I was pregnant with our first child
and He told me that he probably wouldn't last to see the child.
I got up and ran home, tears running down my cheeks.
He asked me why i was crying
'i'm crying for you, for our baby, im crying for ME!'
i sobbed.
He tried to comfort me, i moved away from his touch.
'How long have you known?'
I asked
'Since I met you.'
was the simple reply.
'how! how could you not have told me! howw!!!!!'
at that point i was hysterical.
'I didnt want you to worry about me'
That summer, on the day our baby girl was born, he died.
He got to see her though.
He died with a smile on his face.

His dying words were
'Im crying for you'
His first and last words to me.