It's a pretty generic title, right?
And I guess you could say we're a pretty generic couple.
Boy. Girl.
18. 24.
Both writers.
Both believers.
Love.
That's the word that binds us together.
Without love what would this be?
Just desire?
Just a feeling?
Just chemistry?
But honestly, that's all love is.
It's a label.
And it's used too much.
It's thrown around.
Like a ragdoll in a pram.
Love beats you up.
It hurts you from the inside out.
Whether it's distance.
Whether it's timing.
Whether it's other people's opinion.
Love tears everything apart.
So from now on I'm not going to love you.
I'm just going to enjoy you.
Because from past experiences,
Love kills whatever this is.
And I kind if am hoping we'll last.