Your smile is so infectious, I don’t think I want to ever be well again. I want to catch your wonderful disease. I want this joyful sickness more than anything. I want to just glance your way as those lips of yours curl until they defy gravity and bring my own to a full-on foolish grin. I want this contagion to spread from your full lips to mine and spread through my bones like a California wild fire. But God, I pray no one puts it out. I hope it consumes my body like your smile has consumed my heart.