I don’t want to fall in love because I don’t want to know that I’ll have someone to leave when I die. If I’m lucky, I might get twenty years. Maybe. I’m not one of the lucky ones the new miracle CF drug has helped. I’m going to die. That’s my reality. It’ll be messy, but I’ve known that my entire life. It isn’t fair, but life isn’t fair. I don’t want to know I’m leaving behind the love of my life to pick up the pieces.
