Love Diagnosis
LOVE DIAGNOSIS
She said, “911, what’s your emergency?”
I said, “My heart… it’s acting strange.”
She replied, “In what way? Fast? Uneven?”
I said, “It flutters like it’s lost its rhythm.”
“Try some water. Take a breath,” she said.
But my voice cracked, “There’s more…
It’s like butterflies are throwing a riot in my gut.”
She chuckled gently, “Ma’am… is this life-threatening?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I feel fine but not really.
It’s like I’m glowing and drowning at the same time.”
“This doesn’t sound like a medical crisis.”
“But what if feelings can be emergencies too?”
I asked, “Is it normal to think of someone this much?
To have their voice echo in my silence?”
She asked, “Are they aware they’ve moved in?”
I sighed, “They’re innocent but guilty in my mind.”
“Shall I connect you to the courtroom instead?”
“Is that where heartbreak is prosecuted?” I asked.
She laughed, “Only if you file charges.”
“Then what should I do with all this emotion?”
“Feel it,” she said. “This is love’s symptom.”
“Oh…” I paused. “So I’m… in love?”
“Yes, and that’s the diagnosis,” she said.
“A beautiful affliction
The kind you don’t cure, just carry.”
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