THE ONE
I've met someone. It's all happened very fast, and it's still very much a blur, but I've absolutely found The One.
I've been going through a lot lately, and there's always been this girl around to make me feel better, to help me through the night, to calm me down or straighten me out or clear me up when I needed it.
She's never even seen me well. I've been sick the entire time we've been together. Sick with a sinus infection. I've been on Codine, Sudafed, Tavist, Tylenol, Ibuprofen, Lortab, and now finally, after an ENT's more comprehensive diagnosis on Thursday, I am on Steroids and antibiotics of some sort for what is now known to be a sinus infection. The entire time we've been together - if "together" is really the term to use, though we haven't been "together" long enough to really call it "together" anyway - I've been under the weather and she, like a princess or a goddess or even a savior, has been there to help me, to carry me through, to give me a reason to be happy when I could barely breathe.
I need her. I really do. I know it's all gone by so fast and it seems like just yesterday we first met eyes because it nearly was just yesterday when in fact it's been only and barely slightly longer than that, but I need her in a way that defies time or history or rule.
The soft, gentle touch against my skin makes her all the more necessary. I miss her when she's gone, though I never really lose her completely because when I need more of her I know it's only a reasonable drive to attain her. And what a drive it would be, short but would feel like a lifetime until I get more of her, exciting but with nervous anticipation of feeling her again, holding her against me and feeling her quiver as I take in the air between us. It's like a real love story; she's there when I need her, and she takes care of me when I can't take care of myself.
It's a love nurtured from necessity but brought truly to a great and mature connection. At this moment in my life I simply cannot exist without her. It's amazing how such a bond comes so quickly. I can't explain it, but she's been so essential to my health that I would be raw, damaged, and sore without her. I cannot get enough of what she gives me, and she gives me only so much that I have to have more.
The relationship does have a weird twist though: I blow her. I love her. She has been my sole companion these last few days. We've grown very close; shared my bed, my couch, my car; we've watched movies together, told jokes, laughed, cried.
She gives me 500 reasons to love her. And I go over them every day until I drive that glorious mile to Walgreens to have her again. Yesterday I had her twice in one day, had to buy bulk but it worked out well because Walgreen's had a sale. Trisha loves me enough to be considerate of my finances as well as my health.
This is Trisha.

The way she's touched my skin as I've blown my nose a million times throughout this horrible infection has kept my nose soft and smooth, not raw and sore like those other tissues and toilet papers I've been with in the past. This is different, but I'm afraid Trisha and I are nearing the end of our relationship though. As the Steroids relieve the swelling and the antibiotics heal my sinuses and throat, we're simply growing apart. I don't need Trisha like I used to. Why can a love that has come so fast fade with such bittersweet dismay?
"Give me the strength to say goodbye." (Anika Paris)
~Borrowed from Eric W