You know what? So I fell in love and I had my heart stomped on and broken. I'm not done. I can swear up and down that I'm done with love but I'm not. God, I fall in love all the time. It's written into my dna. I can't stop this feeling. This self-inflicted torture. I fell in love with the lunch that my sister made me. The little boy in daycare who insisted that I'm a boy. The way the cold hugged my bones. This poem that I'm writing. The song that is playing. No, when one is loving all the time, it makes it impossible to stop.