2 surgeries in 2 weeks.

Upped doses.

More meds. More pills.

A loving man walking in then

Sweeping me off of my feet when I needed it most

Caring for me

Making me laugh

Telling me all of the best things

Helping me smile and laugh through the pain

His voice, singing to me.

His laughs

His smiles

His smell.

Putting up with me through my tears.

And now I’m healing again.

And he’s leaving me.

Because being this sick will break anyone.

You can’t break what’s already broken

So I broke him instead.

And now the one thing keeping me going

I lost.

The one man to love me probably ever left me.

Because no one ever stays in love with the sick girl.


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