Disease of the Heart

Love is an infectious disease that insists on growing and festering in random areas of your body. Your heart for example, an essential organ for the transport of oxygen through your bloodstream, is poisoned with love. It's primary function becomes secondary. Your brain, which once relied on cognitive processes and evaluations, now believes in love - and consequently obsesses itself with romantic trivialities, instead of practical applications. Your hands even, your stupid, selfish hands, begin to crave the hands of another, rather than using themselves for grip and so forth.

Once you are poisoned - that is once you are helpless to the whims of this disease - your scientific observation skills deteriorate. Your main area of focus shifts to one being in particular, with all the rest either resembling or differing from said individual to some degree. You become inadequate, feeling the incessant urge to wear silly clothing and act in culturally-deemed-appropriate norms that fit within your category of mate selection and maintenance.


Addiction, perhaps the worst aspect of your condition, is inevitable. You will want to experiences the highs of love to such an extent that it will begin to consume your thoughts, and regulate your corresponding actions. A regular day will be planned around ridiculousl love activities, in which you and your object of desire attract each other with vibrant exteriors and excessive mating calls.

You will forget all external parties outside of your relationship. Yes, you may have loved friends in the way E.Coli had loved the small intestine, but it cannot compare to the love affair of leukemia and erythrocytes. Your love festers and invades every single component of your life, so that no organ remains uninfected.

The end of love is the beginning of realization of just how sick you were to begin with, meriting a diagnosis of terminal proportions. You will experience severe withdrawal symptoms, ending with significant intangible pressure on your most diseased organ, the heart. Of course, your above symptoms will continue to be prevalent, but now that the disease has been cut off from its main provider you will be on your way to a very slow recovery. Your cognitive functioning will slowly be restored, unless of course the very realization of your stupidity requires you to save whatever minute amount of dignity you have left, and commit suicide.

A disease, my friends. I bloodthirsty, unforgiving disease.