Love heals all.
Love overcomes all.
And though you cannot love someone's illness away.
Sometimes it is best to love them at all.

I have a mind like a sieve,
where sadness sits
and happiness slips

See, I have dated death
and decided
he was not
the man for me.

Can you revive wilted tulips?

The vision I see in the mirror is me, who I am, supposedly, but that vision does not express the way my mind works or the way I feel inside. A realization creeps over me, the words tumbling into my head quietly like falling leaves.
I.
Am.
Crazy.
This is my new shameful truth. Something changed yesterday. A door has been opened that I can never close again. I touch my reflection, the glass smooth and cold, not really believing that the girl I see is me.

They loved deeply in those early years, as it is common for young lovers to do.