tumor n. An abnormal growth of tissue resulting from uncontrolled, progressive multiplication of cells and serving no physiological function.
That's what you are for me. A tumor which seems to be growing endlessly, taking up my entire body. It started with the face, when you'd smile and my face would glow and smile right back. Then it came to the skin, when even a small gesture of friendship would send shivers and goosebumps on my skin. The next was my spine, which seemed to tremble when you put your arm around me. My heart rate was but naturally next, which sped up a gazillion notches as soon as you whispered something in my ears. My heart became yours before I knew it. Reluctance and resistance did not help me much. You just took that away.
But not my brain too. You can't take that part of me. That is just not fair.
It would serve no purpose and would inevitably result in fatality. But maybe that's what tumors are after. Maybe all they do is murder. That is their physiological function.
So are you malignant or benign?
Are you going to be an insignificant part of me which I become so oblivious to or comfortable with that I stop noticing altogether? Or will you continue to cause this enormous pain in my chest every time I breathe and this feeling of pounding hammers in my head everytime I reflect upon you; upon us.