{"sf1_id":175103,"sf2_id":"5nz4lade","title":"A Sick Love","author":"Empath Naga","words":184,"posted_at":"2010-09-04T02:24:00.000Z","tags":["Clean","Death","Love","M/F","Poem","Poetry","Sad","Tragedy","aids"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/175103-a-sick-love","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/5nz4lade","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ef/21/ef217304-1db3-4df3-83fc-9f2c17ed803b","description":"","content":"I love you, but I can't touch you.  \nI love you, but I can't be with you.  \nWhy? I'm a dead man walking,  \nGet too close, and you're a dead woman talking.  \nAIDS is what it's called.  \nThat's a joke if I ever heard one.  \nAIDS? Aids what, exactly?  \nAids death? Aids misery? Aids anything but the two of us?  \nI love you, but I can't love you.  \nI love you, so I won't hurt you.  \nSo, as I lie here, looking in your green eyes,  \nDiagnosed with \"Terminal Pneumonia,\"  \nI stroke my fingers through your red hair,  \nI have the strength to say one thing.  \n\"Goodbye,\"  \nGathering tears make your eyes sparkle as you smile.  \n\"Not 'Goodbye.' 'See you later.' I'm not immortal, you know.\"  \nA light chuckle escapes me as my vision starts to blur.  \nJust before the breathing machine starts beeping,  \nI hear you say one last thing to me,  \n\"I love you.\"  \nThe world goes quiet. Everything turns black,  \nAnd I leave my body, leaving you behind.  \nBut I don't leave forever.  \nI will see you again, my love.  \n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}