My specialty is sticking my heart in places that it doesn’t belong
I love people too much or not at all and I can tell you so many stories about times that I’ve fallen in love with boys on public transit just because I accidentally read their texts and saw that they were wishing their fathers goodnight
I put my love into ideas that only last as long as the people who came up with them and I put my love in corners of stores with mannequins that have mismatched clothing but still look so good, I put my love in all the wrong places— or so I’ve been told
I fall in love with everything, I have spent whole years crying over the beauty I see in calendars and the way that the pavement looks like a rainbow after it rains I have spent months caring more than I should about people who gave me the time of day once even if it was not the time that I needed and people who I fell in love with because they bothered to ask me how my day was, I have cried so much more than I have ever needed to because I have never understood why I am the one who loves more and I never learn my lesson but
I will not apologize for the way my eyes light up at little things like birthday cakes and striped sweaters I am okay with loving so much because at least I have enjoyed the things that have hurt me before they had the chance to hurt me— I am telling you, love is like getting food poisoning from your favorite dish at a Chinese restaurant
Enjoy the taste of your hot and sour soup before it burns you and keeps you up all night, twisting your stomach into knots and causing you to wonder how something you like so much could ever make you anything but happy