I think it's true that you can die of a broken heart.
To miss someone so much, you could just burst.
Your chest gets tight whenever you think of them,
hoping to see them again in another life/time/place...
You never think this way in the beginning. No one does.
It's as if this love slowly consumes your heart,
all your organs become infested,
love taking over each cell in your body.
Without you even knowing.
Your doctors all think you're fine.
No irregular breathing,
no kidney issues,
no pain, yet...
But soon, you stop sleeping,
stop dreaming, only existing for the day.
No planning is on the horizon anymore.
Fine dining tastes like moosh.
You can't even finish a simple meal,
without feeling the ache.
You think: "I'll see her one day, I'll be back again with her, you'll all see!"
But no one believes you.
They never do (until it happens to them).
This love sickness,
it's the silent killer.
But I'd rather feel the ache than to never have felt it at all.
It's the best way to go, in my opinion.
*This story is dedicated to my grandpa, who passed away last week from a broken heart. Or was it kidney failure...
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