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You had the flu last year. You didn't know it then, but I stuck by your side. You still don't recall it now. Lifting tissues to your mouth, I lightly tapped your back. Brewing fresh soup, I held an encouraging spoon to your lips. I was never around after that. I became someone you no longer knew, A person you didn't want to know. I was trapped in the tight grasp of your delusion. Despite your hesitance, I would have stayed. Had you not made it clear, I would have offered a movie night, I would have offered an extra blanket, I would have done so much. I've moved on with my life, I have an apartment. But the frames hung across my walls tell whispers of our adventures. And my secret soup recipe smells of you. I still sometimes doubt myself, my conclusions. I caught the flu last week. As I blew my nose, and shakily nursed myself, I thought about how little I helped you. How much more I could have done. When I returned to work today, I stared at myself in the mirror. We have the same nose, similar eyebrows. But my eyes had never held the same warmth as yours. Distraught, I realised you will always be a part of me. I will never escape your cold embrace. I didn't choose you.
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Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 7:01 PM UTC
Influenza
You had the flu last year. You didn't know it then, but I stuck by your side. You still don't recall it now. Lifting tissues to your mouth, I lightly tapped your back. Brewing fresh soup, I held an encouraging spoon to your lips. I was never around after that. I became someone you no longer knew, A person you didn't want to know. I was trapped in the tight grasp of your delusion. Despite your hesitance, I would have stayed. Had you not made it clear, I would have offered a movie night, I would have offered an extra blanket, I would have done so much. I've moved on with my life, I have an apartment. But the frames hung across my walls tell whispers of our adventures. And my secret soup recipe smells of you. I still sometimes doubt myself, my conclusions. I caught the flu last week. As I blew my nose, and shakily nursed myself, I thought about how little I helped you. How much more I could have done. When I returned to work today, I stared at myself in the mirror. We have the same nose, similar eyebrows. But my eyes had never held the same warmth as yours. Distraught, I realised you will always be a part of me. I will never escape your cold embrace. I didn't choose you.
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Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 7:01 PM UTC
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