If I were a trained medical professional, this diagnosis would be all wrong...

My feet are tired, but I will still walk if only to spend one moment with you.

My eyes are strained, but they will remain unblinking if only to catch a glimpse of you.

My mouth is dry, but I will continue to talk for hope that you will be listening.

My lungs are empty, but I will always wait in bated breath for you.

My hands are shaking, but I will still hold them out for you to grasp on to.

My heart is pounding, but I know it is because I am in your presence.

My ailments are far too numerous to delineate, but I know you can commiserate with me. Perhaps we are each other's cure... How ironic that the cause and the cure are one and the same... If only the wretched, yet blessed, symptoms would go away.