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, maybe if you’ll discovered all my craziness and flaws, you will give up on me and get disappointed from you want me to be, it’s not going to end well.