Infected With...?

What happens when the body becomes infected, infected with an emotion we can't grasp? We brush it off because we think the chill from the wind or the tingling in our back cause it. We brush it off because we don't have time to think about our feelings. The infection spreads and feeds off the ignorance we blissfully surround ourselves in. What happens when we have feelings for someone but something else sprouts, is it time to enter new territory or do we remain in our safety zone? I haven't been able to answer this question because there is no right answer. What's right when you think the person you thought you'd spend the rest of your life with isn't the one for you? What happens when the gleam in someone else's eye catches yours before you can breathe. Do we breathe or do we hold our breathe, in hopes for it to pass? For the infection to retreat from medications that will make you into a false perception of who you are. Do you let the infection spread or do you pretend it's not there? Infections are what keeps us feeling alive, because without them we would take our health for-granted. I'm infected and I don't know if it's what I want...