If I’m not the one for you, please, don’t pretend that I am. Don’t whisper sweet nothings into my ear. It doesn’t matter how sweet and dipped-in-honey they may seem, they’re still full of nothing. If this is one-sided, don’t give me false hope. I don’t want to believe in something that turns out to be just a fairytale.
If I’m not the one for you, don’t kiss me like that. Don’t pull me into your lips with an explosion of fireworks. Don’t hold me when I’m freaking out or stroke my back when my anxiety has me terrified that everything is crashing down. Don’t touch me like you can’t get enough. Don’t fuck me against a wall when I’m stressed and need you to remind me not to think for a little while.
If I’m not the one for you, tell me. Say it out loud. Even if I cry. Even if I beg you and wonder what I did wrong. Don’t give in. Don’t stay. If I’m not the one, be honest. Give me the truth even if I can’t handle it.
If I’m not the one for you, let me go now. Because if you don’t, I’m just going to fall harder. I’m going to imagine a future and all the cities we’ll visit, all the road trips we should take together. I’m going to tell my mom about you and let her think this is becoming something real. I’m going to see how you’ll fit in with my family. I’ll keep saving a plate for you at the dinner table.
If I’m not the one for you, leave. Because right now, I’m falling so dangerously in love with you. And I hope to God you feel it too.