Since meeting in the elevator

There’s not been one fucking day I haven’t thought of you.

At first you were just the man in the elevator. The man I was going to find again one day by knocking on every door on the 11th floor, one day when I was ‘better’ of course.

I think it’s just hard on days like today, because I just found out that scientists *found* a mutation that Noah and I share, a mutation that they think might be the root of this entire fucking nightmare of a misery,

and for whatever reason,

you’re the first person I wish I could call and tell about it.

And my rational mind tells me you’re probably some arrogant asshole who doesn’t really give a shit,

but my imagination prefers to believe that you still do.

About hopeforanswers

Some kind of rare immune deficiency, yet to be determined. A lifetime of infections without an elevated white cell blood or fever. Very grateful to be alive, very thankful for the friends who’ve supported me and for access to literally millions of dollars worth of medical care. I’m not the bubble child, I’m somewhere in between.
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