when you start to feel yourself falling in love, go to the nearest store and buy yourself a sweater. Make sure it’ll last.
Warm yourself, turn yourself into a cocoon, go through reversed metamorphosis. Don’t try to run from it, it’ll happen.
Gradually, it’ll come. And maybe, it’ll stay. Prepare yourself. Go through what I did and stand up faster than me.
Learn from the hurt, and then leave.
Wait for the burn to come, this one will be the longest but will mean the same.
But you’re prepared, put on your sweater and face it. If it doesnt last, then goddammit buy a new one.
It will hurt and there’ll be bruises at the back of your neck, they might call themselves love bites, don’t believe them when they say they will stay because they wont. Everything fades, and they shall too.
When you kiss for the first time, dont be scared if it’s bitter. The second will be sweeter, sour nevertheless. Third time’s the charm, they say. But this one might turn out to be the worst, drink water then wine. And then the fourth one will hit; you’ll be expecting it, and it will be the best; slow yet passionate.