Borne of passion and continued because its razor-sharp teeth had clamped down on our flesh, because its intoxicating brew had worked its way into our bloodstream - the lovesick disease was killed before it had the chance to sever the spinal cord and change the future forever.
How did it happen? Our bodies, our bones, were supposed to grow old and fuse together, not twist and crumble and turn to dust. We are so old, our faces distorted to cover a truth neither we nor the world could bear.
