(8/31/21)
In my opinion, falling in love is like a virus. Love, to me, is covid.
There's that moment when you fall in love, you catch the virus, and you don't even know that you have it. At least, that is, until you're too late because it was in the air and no way of dodging it.
That unreliable mask upon your face does no help. All the virus did was seep through the spaces and gaps. It flew, ever so easily, into your system and took over. Now you're sick. Lovesick.
Then there's the three booster shots before the wait. The first insures a closed-up heart, the second takes care of the memory and the third cleanses your spirit and body. But there's no telling if it'll actually work because now you have to wait.
In turn, you have to deal with the pain in your chest and lungs. The excruciating pain in your body is so unbearable that all you can do is come to terms with the fact that it's a price to pay for falling ill. Everyone is afraid to extract it from you.
Its so bad that one day, you feel completely fine. The next, you feel like total, utter, shit. Even quarantining is useless.
Until you're cured and feel like yourself again. Until you're free from the agony.
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