Red

Funny, right?

You never thought you'd fall this hard, so soon and so bad.

But well, here you are. Awake at 3 A.M. Missing him, staring at the screen, waiting for him to text you back. You want to, to let him know you're there, but then you realise he doesn't really care. You listen to sad songs and I bet all those quotes remind you of him perfectly, and those couples make you jealous.

I bet you dream about your future with him.

I bet your friends send you screenshots of quotes and everything else, that remind them of the kind of heartache you're going through.

And one day, or maybe most of the days, you find yourself crying over and over again, begging yourself to come out this wreck.

Your friends always tell you that you deserve so much better and so much more than him. But who's going to tell them that you don't want someone better.

You want him, and just him.

They don't know him like you do, right? You pray and you hope. And a part of you dies everyday, to see yourself fall like a Domino for him, and him for someone else.
Then, there are days when you think you're finally over him. You smile and you laugh with your girls. You feel so strong, like nothing can bring you down.

Who needs him, right?

You'll survive.

And then the next day all you can feel is the cold bathroom tile beneath you and you find yourself crying. Wishing you could undo knowing him. Wishing upon stars, to have him in your arms.

So there you have it, Love takes hostages. Being in love is horrible. It's like knowing a song, but not remembering it at that moment, like driving a bright red car into a blind lane, it burns red, and with it burns, You. You're every bit.

People will tell you that you're going laugh about it years later, but you know you won't. You know your voice will get heavy every time you tell someone about him. How perfect he was, and how you could never tell him,

"Just, be Mine, I'llkeep you happy!"

Years later, when you're sipping coffee by your window on a cold winter's night, you'll look at the curtains and you'll realize why you picked that shade of blue.

This, right here, is me telling you not to fall in love. I know everyone else will say otherwise, but I guess you already know who's right.

So save yourself from all that pain and suffering, save yourself from dying. Love will never heal you, it has the power and the means to kill you. Put your heart in a casket. Bolt it. Run Away.

And no matter what you do, don't fall in love.