our romance was a disguise for the series of clinical trials i underwent. i thought your love would cure me, but infatuation was simply the placebo effect. poor treatment outcomes led to the frequent tweaking of your medicinal compounds. trial and error, trial and error. you were always on trial and there was always error, to no fault of your own. i understand now that this is incurable. this chronic emptiness is incurable. i’m sorry for making you feel like you were anything less.

note: photo by me