I've been criticized by close friends for falling in love too easily, too quickly, too hard. I can't help it anymore than I can help breathing. If I've fallen, then I've fallen, and I know. Two weeks versus six months, love is love. Who's to judge how soon it is to be in love? Who's to judge whether it's infatuation or that four letter word that seems so impossible by the norm of society to happen in three days? I may fall fast and I may fall easily but when I love, I really love with everything. Wear your heart on your sleeve, don't let your guards down, play hard to get; I've heard it all and believe it or not, I don't care for any of it. Let me choose how to love the way I want to just like how you choose what to wear on your feet everyday. Constantly armoring my instincts is straining my ablitly to truly know what I desire.
I rarely write about this matter so indulge while it lasts.
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