I sit and I watch you, and I can’t help but wonder what will break us. And I realize this isn’t what you should do when you think you’re in love, but I can’t help myself. And I listen as you talk and laugh. And your kind words, though they may be truthful, seem like a dishonest attempt to get me to show feelings that I don’t know if I have. Feelings I don’t understand because heartbreak has been romanticized and love has been made into a fairy tale. So while you talk about our future the only thing crossing my mind is every moment that could go wrong, because everything can go wrong. Your words fall onto the breakfast table while I sip my coffee and smile and nod at the appropriate moments. And your words fall to the floor and become the dust under our feet as we move around the room, dancing around the questions we don’t know how to answer. I can see you watching me, trying to figure out my mind. You can’t see me watching you out of the corner of my eye. And I know my eyes must look nervous because I’ve spent so long wondering how we will break, and I realize now that that is what will break us. Even though this really isn’t what you should do when you think you’re in love, but I can’t help myself.