Symptoms

He asked me, "What are your symptoms?"

I answered with everything but the reason I wanted to give birth to his son. I have wanted to procreate with him since our first encounter below the Metrorail in a random rampant passionate expression of ourselves. We were an item but nothing serious. I checked twice if I was blessed with a chance at this happiness but both times I was letdown slowly waiting in a supermarket's restroom.

There is something else that I have not told him. It is probably the real reason I have never conceived. He tells me everything he thinks I can handle. I say very little other than "No, not yet."

There are so many secrets in my life from everyone who gains interest. I should write novels about them all individually. I thought to call the first one "still" the second one "benefactor" and the third one "chase." Unfortunately, the last name is now taken by some bounty hunter show on television. Oh, well...I'll think of something else.