Don't Be In Love

by Liana Cincotti

My heart scaled my throat.

So why did I feel like a hollowed out tree?

“It’s love. Everything about love is embarrassing. You’re pining over someone who’s across the room hardly thinking of you. That’s incredibly embarrassing. But I also think there’s something romantic about being secretly fond of someone in a way that only you know.”

I wasn’t one to study. But I knew the wave-like ups and downs of her voice as if I studied them for centuries.

That I’ve fallen madly in love with her and think about her every waking second as if she’s poisoned me?”

“The mistakes I regret the most are the ones I didn’t allow to happen.

I could feel her in the room before I saw her.

Crestfallen.

His entire being overwhelmed me.

“You can’t just make me fall in love with you and take it all back,” I whispered. “Say something. Please.”

“Are you sure that you love me? Because if you take it back in a few months or a few years, I don’t know if I’ll survive it when being in love with you has already been this treacherous.”

There was something beautiful about falling in love with the uncertainty of life.