I will undoubtedly fall in love with somebody
who will undoubtedly be the wrong person for me,
and I will mistakenly make them my world.

I will tell myself not to think of a future
but my core will not detach itself from the hopes that we last
and my mind will be unable to conjure up a scenario in which we are apart
and anything less than perfect.

I will be so devoted to this person
that I will make a fool of myself for any reason,
so long as they are with me.
I will break completely when we fall apart
and I will forget what it felt like to be happy by myself,
how to be complete by being only me.

I will remember the realization that my heart can physically ache
and the throbbing will keep me awake at night.
I will lose hope and care for anything other than a relapse of time.
I will become cynical and angry and sad
and I will stay that way for much too long.

My self-esteem will plummet
and I will hurt so deeply that I will wish for things I don't mean.
I will love that person and hate them in cycles of I'm-literally-insane
and it may never actually stop.