Listen

We.

This.

Whatever you think this is.

It is not a love story.

We are not going to fall in love and stare into each other’s eyes for hours on end feeling equally vulnerable and comfortable.

You are a distraction.

That is all.

We are drunk off of each other’s wit and novelty.

But eventually we will sober up and the moments that were once filled with bubbly laughter will instead be a heavy silence crushing any ounce of feeling we developed for one another.

We kiss hard.

We fuck hard.

We fall hard.

We will end hard.

This is not a love story.

This is a cautionary tale.

This is not a love story.

This is temporary.

This is nothing.

We are nothing.