It frightens me to think that there is a machine that listens carefully to the way her heart beats, that the one thing I thought could prevail in this midst of un-love and darkness could possibly fade away.
And while that little box attached to her hip listens as her chest goes bipbapbipbap, my heart is in a drought as I cry and cry everything I couldn't say. And it shrivels up and hurts, because my heart cannot take the place of her heart.

Please, let her be alright. I didn't think I could care for someone so much.