A terminal disease? Or an eternal haunting?
I was fine all along......
I indulged too much of a good thing,
Symptoms were there but I failed to take notice,
As usual it was too late when the truth was out..
A long period of time, I was on medication, I had counselling sessions,
I thought I recovered.
Relapses happen once in a while.
I thought I had recovered and I did, but not without taking them with me,
It will always come back to me and remind me that for once in my life, I had this disease..
I had a friend who contracted this disease too, but the lucky thing was, she never need to take them with her for the rest of her life.
In my memories, she was THE gal. She was the one. One I truly loved, one I was truly happy and at home with.
She died a sudden death.
On many a night, on many occasions, the places we had been to, the movies we watched, the songs we heard and sang, the scents, the conversations, the look, the eyes, the smiles, the manners, the affections and the many many that is too too long to list...... All came back to haunt me. Always. Without fail.
I just had my relapse and haunt again.....
