Don’t fall in love with me as a writer. Fall in love with me as a person and not my written language.
Don’t fall in love with the stories I tell. Fall in love with the words coming out of my mouth and not the ones on my hand.
Don’t fall in love with me with the words from my mouth. I am not good in saying what I really mean to say. Fall in love with my unsaid thoughts.
Don’t fall in love with my thoughts. My mind is packed with words I could not fit in a sentence. Fall in love with me a person.
Don’t fall in love with me as person. I am nothing but a nutshell in another nutshell wanting to get out from something I’m tied to. I am complicated and simple at the same time. I am failure at something I’m successful at. I am uncomfortable with forced limerence and terrified of familiarity. I am a cracked shell on a dead snail, just waiting. Always waiting.
Don’t fall in love with me, it’s not going to end well.