Connected

I din't think of you,
I din't care at all.
I couldn't care less
if you were going to die the next minute.
My life, my future, my tomorrow did not depend on you.

But then you happened.
You happened like someone slapping me hard across the face.

You took over my life
faster than sunlight reaching my window.

Then you stuck to my heart like capillary,
you were glued to my mind like an emotion,
you were drilled into my skull like a titanium screw,
and somehow, you became as important to me as breathing itself.

Even though I tried to fight,
I knew that something this connected (as well as disconnected) to my life,
was never going to go away,
even if I died trying.