My Sickness

I thought I was sick. I panicked. I thought I was abnormal. I thought I was just a useless microbe with no life at all--considering my usual symbiosis had ditched me. So I thought, being a microbe I would not be able to continue living without him. He was my little world, he was my source of energy, he was my food supply. It is logical if I thought I would immediately die without that essential synergy; a very illogical point of view.

I was nearly dead, not because I did not possess any strength, but because I believe I would die. He stabbed me a few times, let myself bled, but then came to me and tried to hold me and heal my wounds; just to stab me more afterwards. I was so sure I would die. I was sure I was dead. But then I realized that I was still breathing, I could still see how he danced away to his so called soul mate, eventhough my lungs were clogged, my eyes were almost blind and my heart was crushed. I felt, I saw... and the wonder of it all is: I survived

I thought I was sick. But now I know I was not. I was just deeply in love. Deeply hurt.