Maybe if you tell yourself enough

It’s gonna be hard.

Before you go out there and search for love,I wanna let you know that it’s gonna be hard. I just want you to know that sometimes before it gets better,it gets worse.

Falling in love is easy. It’s the necessitated fall out, that’s painful.

Thinking about what to wear on your fifth date is easy. Having to stop thinking about someone who drives you crazy? That’s painful.

Knowing that you’ve got someone to take care of you is easy. Getting to Know that you’re in pain and the person who is supposed to love you more than anyone else, put you there? That’s painful .

Being the “fingerprint 2” of someone’s phone is easy. Not being able to unlock your own phone ’cause the sensor is incapable of reading your finger soaked in tears is painful.

Managing to get the red heart beside that one name would be easy . It’s watching the number next to that snapchat handle disappear, that’ll be painful.

Staying up all night with your friends,talking about “the one”, is easy. Hiding the truth and lying about the whole moving on thing is what’s gonna be painful.

Snatching away that person’s hoodie would be really easy. Having to return the same through someone else is what’s gonna be painful.

Staring at the pictures when you’re far away from that person would be somewhat easy . Looking at the number of screenshots of all those sad quotes increase day by day will be really painful .

Sharing chocolates with only that person would be easy . Remembering how you got that chocolate stain on your ring would be painful.

Going out on birthday dates would be easy. The fear of bothering that person with your one line happy birthday text would be painful .

Going to karaoke clubs would be easy. The sudden inclination toward instrumental would be painful .

Managing two instagram accounts would be easy. Being blocked and incapable of seeing that one name anywhere in the top searches would be painful.

The long romantic “I love you.” texts would be easy. It’s the awkward 12:49am “Hi” and the obvious 1:09am “goodbye”, that’d be painful.

The cute pen and pillow fights would be easy . The small and insignificant talks leading to endless wrangling would be painful.

Figuring out of who’s gonna use the washroom first would be easy. It’s when you’re gonna get caught crying on the bathroom floor with the tap turned up , that’d be painful .

The French kiss would be easy. It’s the lump in your throat that’ll be painful.

But, I’m a stranger. What would I know ?

So,maybe if you tell yourself enough, you’ll be able to choose in between the devil & the deep blue sea and it won’t be that hard for you .

Maybe if you tell yourself enough, every new discussion will not create discomfort and it won’t be that hard for you.

Maybe if you tell yourself enough, you’ll be okay with not stepping out of your house for months. Your car can get as ramshackle as it can and it won’t be that hard for you.

Maybe if you tell yourself enough, you’ll not pay attention to the hourglass beside that snapchat handle and it won’t be that hard for you.

Maybe if you tell yourself enough, you’ll not regret borrowing that t-shirt,which actually led to the two of you getting close, and it won’t be that hard for you.

Maybe if you tell yourself enough, you’ll forget that person’s favorite ice cream. ‘Mississippi mud’ would just be another flavor Baskin Robbins has to offer and it won’t be that hard for you .

Maybe if you tell yourself enough,you would stop falling around that person and it won’t be that hard for you .

Maybe if you tell yourself enough, it’d be okay for you to get drunk everyday. You’ll find the answer at the bottom of the bottle one day and it won’t be that hard for you.

Maybe if you tell yourself enough, it won’t be weird at all for you to name your child after your long lost love and it won’t be that hard for you .

Maybe and just maybe if you tell yourself enough, you’ll fall out of love and it won’t be that hard for you .