Doctor’s Note: A letter from a lovesick patient

They told me that if I ever saw you again my heart would skip too many beats,

That it would just stare at you forgetting about its job.

It said my brain tried to grow an extra pocket just to store all of the words you said, all of the time we had, and all of your beauties but, uh,

It did not go as planned.

When they cut me open, they found a colony of butterflies, prying apart the darkness of my stomach, picking the perfect colors to mix and become yours.

He said my lungs would only breathe the air you breathed, and every time you walked away, I suffocated.

So now, I am faced with a dilemma.

Should I look at you and let my heart beat for the last time? Or step away from you, and die from lack of air.

But either way, I’ll die, for there is no cure for love sickness.