Love is an Illness

Love is an Illness is a short narrative about one-sided love, finally saying what someone can't say out loud. Feelings are hard to contain on my own so here's a short confession that explains my frustrations.

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Articles and textbooks about falling in love, might as well read them since I don't have a specific way to deal with you. The sky filled with the smell of rain and the sun fighting, ah wanting to be next to you is brought on by these warm and gloomy days.

I didn't ask for this, for any of this, this feeling is kind of nasty on its own. On a day I can't remember, an hour I don't recall, I won't be fooled by myself. Me? In love with you? No way... I can't say it out loud now, can I?

Love is quite heavy to carry on your own, please, take your share. It's too heavy to hold all by myself. Share these palpitations I keep having, just you, not someone else. I want to be more than friends, whether you push or pull, I won't give up. Saying yes is quite easy isn't it? But damn love is such a sickness.

My schemes to make you admit your feelings never go to plan. Wow, I can't believe I made schemes just for you, isn't it weird? The summer sky really changes a girl's heart. If I don't turn back to check on you, I know I'll regret it. I remember that time when someone praised you, I was happy, but about that someone... was she a girl? If yes, I guess happiness won't be the only emotion present.

This love is bitter but I want to share it to you, too bitter for me to drink on my own. These palpitations are starting to hurt and medicine can't cure this pain. Phrases like "I like you" are starting to sting, I wanna get rid of them, though I don't mind them too. Let's pretend you started liking me today. Hey, you need to let yourself run scenarios sometimes, ok? Damn love really is an illness.

I kept hearing one-sided love was pleasant but I learned the truth the hard way it's all pain and tears... but when I realized it was you I felt these things for, I was glad.

I have to become someone special to you. I want us to be more than this. Push or pull, you know I don't give up. What do you think will happen if you start liking me more than anyone else? Well, I'll show you the whole, real me ! Damn, love is an illness, so be infected with me.

- Peach