"How's this." I took a breath. " I love you so much that when I'm alone without you, my heart crinkles like a prune and all I can do to stop that ache is to push my head deeper into the pillow I've been crying on, while trying to gasp for air."

"My body shivers in chill, and a painfully lonely sensation of prickles crawl onto my skin. All I could do was rest twirled up under the covers, staring at the celing, imagining you here with me."

I swallowed, trying to get a grasp onto reality.

"It's been five months." I told no one in particular.

"And I think I have cancer."

Lalala, fictional.