when he says he’s starting not to care, do not press your lips on the curve of his spine when you cannot fall asleep. do not wear the bra that hugs your chest the tighest and do not wear his favorite shade of lipstick. when he tells you that you care too much, do not hesitate to create a barrier. i have a feeling you have nowhere to be but you’re heading out of his door with no intention of looking back. when he says that he is not capable of loving you, believe him. you are the headlines on the front page of the paper, bold and noticed. you are the wind dancing, creating goosebumps on the skin of many. you are a woman who cannot risk her heart being held in the wrong hands. when he looks at his own hands, he will remember yours. you will be the ache in his voice as he tries singing songs for the next few months. you will be the empty seat next to him while he decides he wants to start drinking again. you will be his first shot of alcohol and his last game of beer pong. you will be loved. you will be. you will.