Don’t tell her you love her, the words will burn on your tongue, and you won’t be able to survive her fury when you explain you were only saying what you thought was expected. Don’t tell a writer anything you don’t mean, they’ll remember the words you’ve forgotten because they wrote them down.
Don’t put your arms around her, you might feel the outlines of her bones and the heaviness of her ache. The pressure of your touch will ignite memories of all those before you and how they left her waiting. She’ll tell you how they left her broken and each time she was lonelier than the last. She’ll make you want to stay but the voice in your head will beg for mercy.
Don’t smile when you say her name, she doesn’t want to hear those sounds that fool her into believing she was special or something different when she’s only…
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