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"You know, personally speaking, I don't think you're really unwell at all." "I'm sorry, are you the one who is sick or am I?" "There is nothing wrong with you." "Can you say that again?" "I said, you aren't sick!" "Whatever. The receptionist is calling me in, anyway." "You're a hypochondriac." "What?! Listen you-" "Look, just go inside. I'm sure the doctor will say the same thing." "Fine!" * "So. What did the doctor say?" "That it's complicated." "Complicated?" "Yeah. They need to run more tests and figure it out." "Really?" "You sound skeptical." "You told him that you only get 'sick' in history class." "Yes." "And about h

No, my love. It's not the way you don't listen when I speak. I've realized that you do listen. You just forget. No, my sweetheart. It's not the way you don't find me witty. I've learnt that our senses of humour are different. No, my darling. It's not the way you pick on my flaws. I've understood that you love me despite them. No, my dear. It's not the way you always ignore me like I'm just a girl. I've figured out that I'm more even when your friends ask who I am. No, my pet. It's not the way you never call me back when I need you. I've come to the conclusion that you won't be there when I need you. No, my sweet. It's not that you d