You Are the Diagnosis

I didn’t believe in love at first sight until I met her. The image of a gentle girl I saw once through a café window stayed in my memory for a long time.

Fate brought us together again late one evening at the clinic during my shift. That same girl came to see me. I lost my head with desire to have her. It seemed mutual—until the beauty told me she can’t start a relationship right now. And then I couldn’t think of anything better than to offer her just sex. That was a bad idea…