You never realize you are truly in love with somebody until you suffer
from "symptoms".
It's the little things that you miss.
It's the smell of the person you've been connecting with that lingers in
your nose.
It's their laughter and their sighs that echo through your ears constantly.
It's the way that they look at you that you can't forget their sincerity.
These "symptoms" that you are suffering from make you feel like you're
sick...
...But you're not.
You hope that you aren't the only one experiencing this plague.
There is no medicine.
There is no cure.
The best thing you can do is share the virus and embrace its endless
manifestation.
from "symptoms".
It's the little things that you miss.
It's the smell of the person you've been connecting with that lingers in
your nose.
It's their laughter and their sighs that echo through your ears constantly.
It's the way that they look at you that you can't forget their sincerity.
These "symptoms" that you are suffering from make you feel like you're
sick...
...But you're not.
You hope that you aren't the only one experiencing this plague.
There is no medicine.
There is no cure.
The best thing you can do is share the virus and embrace its endless
manifestation.