My illness is as rare as it is known to be. It's a form of Severe Combined Immunodeficiency but I'm allergic to the world basically. I have not left my house in 15 years, I have not left my house. My mum and my nurse, Carla, are the only people I ever see.
But then one day, there comes a moving truck. New neighbors next door. I look out over the window, and I see it. He's tall, lean and wearing all black--black t-shirt, black jeans, black sneakers, and a black knit cap that completely covers his hair. He catches me and stares at me. I look back straight. Olly is his name. I want to learn all about him, and I do. I learn he's funny and he's fierce. I learn that the Atlantic Ocean-Blue is his eyes, and that his vice steals silverware. When I talk to him, I learn that my whole world opens up and I feel like I'm starting to change—starting wanting things. Wanting to get out of my bubble. To want everything the world has to offer.
We may not be able to predict the future but some things we can predict. I will certainly fall in love with Olly for example. That will almost certainly be a disaster.... Read More