All around me it seems some contagious entity has taken over. This mystery urge seems to be bypassing me. Pretty much everyone’s got it.

Isn’t it so sickening, maybe even bile inducing. I wonder why it hasn’t attacked me. Its forcing everyone to couple up. Very few are left untouched.

The lucky few not absorbed into this thing called love. The infected ones call us the unfortunate ones or “third wheels.”

But little do they know we are the fortunate few that are left with some sort of sanity. Because they are filled with evil emotions making them scared and insecure.

For now, I’m happy to be uninfected because at least I’m being true to myself. Maybe one day I’ll let myself become infected and settle myself into that insanity.

Until then I’m a sane third wheel.

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Sasha M Fountain

Afro-Latina Photographer #LaOtraCaraLatina, Video Editor, Lead Producer @ Pink Leo Productions, Social Journalist & Co-host of Situationsips and Cacklin’

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