Love Diagnosis

LOVE DIAGNOSIS She said, “911, what’s your emergency?” I said, “My heart… it’s acting strange.” She replied, “In what way? Fast? Uneven?” I said, “It flutters like it’s lost its rhythm.” “Try some water. Take a breath,” she said. But my voice cracked, “There’s more… It’s like butterflies are throwing a riot in my gut.” She chuckled gently, “Ma’am… is this life-threatening?” “I don’t know,” I said. “I feel fine but not really. It’s like I’m glowing and drowning at the same time.” “This doesn’t sound like a medical crisis.” “But what if feelings can be emergencies too?” I asked, “Is it normal to think of someone this much? To have their voice echo in my silence?” She asked, “Are they aware they’ve moved in?” I sighed, “They’re innocent but guilty in my mind.” “Shall I connect you to the courtroom instead?” “Is that where heartbreak is prosecuted?” I asked. She laughed, “Only if you file charges.” “Then what should I do with all this emotion?” “Feel it,” she said. “This is love’s symptom.” “Oh…” I paused. “So I’m… in love?” “Yes, and that’s the diagnosis,” she said. “A beautiful affliction The kind you don’t cure, just carry.”