“Loving you started like a fever.
It was an infection that filled me,
piece by piece.”
Loving you started like a fever. It was an infection that traveled across my body and filled me, piece by piece. But it wasn’t a kind of sickness that worried me. I didn’t know how, but I knew I’d be okay falling in love with you. And maybe, it was because I could see it in your eyes too. You loved me back. Just as intensely as I could fathom. I didn’t understand why at the time — because I was nothing but wastelands — a survivor. Yet you proved to me that I was no wasteland. I was something to be cherished.
© Sarah Doughty
So thank you for loving me
the way you do.
This was written for day fifteen
of November Notes.
by Amber Run