You are told of how our hearts will always beat for each other and our hands will always be entangled as we walk down the street.
You read novels, watch movies of how love is a warm sensation and how we shall live happily ever after.
You are never told of how feeble it makes you to love.
How it opens you up to an invasion that could leave you deformed for ages.
If they did tell us the whole story, would it change a thing? Or would I still run into a moving bus trying to save you.
It’s only a matter of time before the bus approaches and crushes me into pieces.