Dear You,
Like what John Green has said in Looking for Alaska, you can't just make me different and then just leave.
You can't just hold my hand, or touch my face, or caress my hair, or talk sweet nothings and then just leave me hanging. You can't just make me feel happy for the last three days that we've been together and then not talk at all the rest of the week that we're not, you know, together.
You can't just whisper me words and then make me hope and pray that you will never fall in love with someone else.
You can't just make me fall in love and not catch me.
Please, don't do that.
Starting to fall in love,
Me
