Updated: Dec 19, 2017
MAY 01, 2015
Love is uncontrollable. It crushes me again and again and again. I can’t run away from my heart. The sadness and ache weigh on my chest. I should let myself drop fully into the hurt but I’m terrified of falling apart. These trapped feelings form a permanent lump in my throat. I try to breathe it out. I can’t , I love him. He’s busy. He’s busy dying. His transplant is failing.