They say love is an adventure. Time will tell what it will be like for us. For now, there are only stars, space, and us.
They say love is a disease.
Someone is immune to it, someone often gets sick. I thought I belonged to the first category—until life proved me wrong. And, based on my own experience, I had to make sure that not every illness is treatable.
I caught my infection out of the blue. He shows up in my dreams, and there’s no way to stop this disgrace. All that’s left is to hope in science. Or is there another way out?