"Never fall in love with a writer."
"Why?"
"Because he will say the most beautiful words to describe you. He will say that your eyes are seas he has no problem drowning in for days and that the freckles on your cheeks are constellation he'd love to trace for the rest of his life. He will write you poems about how your laugh sounds better than the singing birds on a summer day or how your smile can cure cancer and stop wars. But believe me, in the end, you'd be the one writing poems about heartbreaks and tears and his name will appear on every page of your diary and no one could stop you but him."
"But I already did. Fall in love with a writer, I mean."
"Oh. How did he describe your eyes?"
"He said my eyes are bluer than the sky and that he wouldn't mind getting lost in them,"
"Well, good luck, I guess."
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