Dear Migraine,
I wish I could ask you how you are doing but by your recent actions, I must say you have been quite busy, productive, and might I add, happy indeed. You have been an acquaintance now for more than two decades, dare I say, you may have even become a pestering friend. In these two decades, I have lost many friends and gained some new ones; I'm grateful for many people I know have died and new souls came to earth. But amidst all of this, dear migraine, you stuck by my side like a blithering pain in my behind - oh, sorry, you reside in my head.
I'm not grateful for your existence at all - sadly, I'd much rather pray for your elimination. Now now, don't get sad, we both know that won't happen any time soon. As much as it pains me to say, I don't seem to be rid of you any sooner, even though I would prefer it. If you weren't such a pain, I'd have admired your dedication towards me - a dedication even a living breathing human has failed to show; I salute you. For all these years, you have made me feel miserable and suffer more than I can bear but whenever I thought "this is the worst" you have proven me wrong and shown me a new height of pain. I wish I could call you a villain but even an enemy gives up - you never gave up. I applaud your tenacity. I'd say you hate me with all you have, but this is your nature; perhaps it's not how you hate but care.
Finally, I figured out what you are - Dear Migraine, you're an annoying relative. As a relative, you come and go as you like. "Make yourself at home" is supposedly a kind gesture but you take it so literally that often I feel as if my head isn't even my own - it is my head that you reside in and you don't even ask. And then you go away for some time and I feel relieved but again you arrive unexpectedly. The numerous times I have explained to you that I don't look forward to your visit, you don't seem to care. I hate you very much but can't cut you off because you have clung to me like a parasite. Now you have become a part of my life, suffocatingly so, I think I'd miss you if you decide to leave permanently. I would try to recall my worst experience with you but there have been so many that I have lost count.
Who am I kidding - I wouldn't miss your sorry ass if you leave. Do you have any idea how much I have suffered? Of course, you do; you reveled in my suffering, I remember that. My pain is your existence. I admit I do enjoy the days when I am not reminded of your presence. When I was a kid, my mother used to say, rather sarcastically "Just chop your head off. No head, no headache." No, my mother isn't cruel, she is sassy - but that's not the point. At times, I was tempted to do just that, but I didn't - I'd die and I simply haven't lived long enough. So, I will bear you as my burden and just like you feel joy whenever you slither in my head, I'll rejoice in the days when you can't slip in.
Our relationship is strange indeed.
Yours unfaithfully,
The Host.
Well, 
