Her: Did you call the doctors?
Me: No…
Her: Why not? I’m hanging up. You’re going to call. Then you’re going to call me back.
Her: So?
Me: They said they’ll go over the results on the 30th. But if it was anything bad they would have already called.
Her: That’s good. Erika, that’s good! You should go sky diving. And maybe you can stop being scared and thinking in your head that somethings wrong with you.
Me: But…
Her: No, nothing is wrong with you.
Maybe I want something to be wrong with me. To validate my foolishness. Gives me a reason to not let go. To stay faithful to everyone but me. Wasn’t dependent on anyone when I was younger. Now I’ve even grown fond of the mouse downstairs. Philip. Maybe I want to give him a reason to stay with me cause without it he may not be here.
Philip got caught. I don’t have a tumor. No more excuses, eh?
May I’ve grown too dependent to Love’s fairy dust.
