I keep on hoping, every time I go around those rats, mice, and rabbits I desperately want to hold, that I am no longer allergic to them. I wonder every time I see a piece of watermelon I truly want to taste, if my throat will still close if I take a bite of it. I dream of a summer that I will be able to roll in the fields and not worry of itchy eyes and runny noses.
But I don't think I'll ever be able to do these things. And I realize I'll never be able to be with you.
You are the allergen.You can kill me, suffocate me in my sleep. I need to stay away from you. But you make it ever so hard, and I'm sorely tempted to risk it all.