Dictionary of Love: 32 reasons not to love you

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32 reasons not to love you

I'll admit it: I'm in love.

I don't know if you are like that, but it doesn't really matter.

If you're in love, this will be a list of the ugly things about love that you couldn't avoid either.

If you are not in love (because you have nothing) - these are just a few more reasons why you should not continue to fall in love.

Here are 32 reasons not to love.

|| A :: Eyes ||

|| А ||

|| B :: Communication ||

|| C ||

|| Ch ||

|| D ||

|| K :: Chest ||

I've always been attracted to your chest.

No, not to spoil her - I'm not that depraved. I was attracted to your chest because it is warm and pleasant.

Do you even imagine how much pleasure it is for me to lay my head on your chest and close my eyes? Hug your head and feel the warmth? Turn your ear to your chest and hear your heartbeat? Feel the movement of your chest with your mouth as you breathe?

Your chest is not just another part of your body. It's not something a little absurd - it's not your thighs, it's not your calves, it's not your elbows, it's not your butt.

Your chest is your life. What makes you alive is in your chest.

And I feel it. I like that too.

But how often can I feel your breath, your heartbeat, and the real warmth of your body? Answer: No.

It's like putting the tastiest candy on the table... And saying no, you can't eat it. It's good to dream. But feel it in your mouth - never!

It's just another reason not to love you. If I didn't love, there wouldn't be such a problem.

|| L :: Waiting ||

I don't know who said that waiting is man's worst enemy, but it doesn't matter.

I don't know if you notice, but I'm waiting for you. I wait very often.

Even if I look busy, even if sometimes I really am, but I'm waiting for you.

I wait when I get home, I wait when I come back from the store with a new pack of tea, I wait for it to arrive at the agreed meeting place in the city.

Although, really, why such long distances - I wait for you even in those short moments when you get out of bed in the middle of the night to fetch water.

I wait even when you are on the phone with other people. Yes, in this case, maybe I can feel you and the warmth of your body, but I can't communicate.

And that's all I want. Of you and communication with you.

I don't want to wait for you for a long time, to wait for meetings with you, to wait for the distant future.

Waiting is not pleasant, even if a surprise is promised at the end. I don't recommend it to anyone.

|| M :: Sleep ||

Sleep. That's my source of energy. You should have noticed by now - I love sleep. Especially when I'm tired.

But why must you disturb me?

No, I'm not talking about calls at night (although they also disturb sleep). I'm not talking about hot nights in bed either (although they hinder sleep even more).

I'm talking about thoughts of you.

Why oh why do I remember you before I fall asleep? And why can't I fall asleep after remembering it for so long?

I've been tossing and turning for what seems like an hour or two thinking about your eyes, your words, what we'll do next time we meet. And at the same time I will not rest at all.

For what rest is there when I remember you?

|| N ||

|| P: Armpits ||

My armpits stink.

But do YOUR armpits stink? Sometime? Or now? Or thirty minutes ago, before even stepping into the curved shower stall?

How do your armpits smell?

Is your underarms as pungent as my manikins?

Would your stench repel me? Or would it attract, like a big erotic fly?

My armpits stink.

But do yours stink?

And if so, how?

I want to smell your armpits.

|| Š :: Heart ||

The heart is the reason why you are alive.

And I'll admit it, I want you to live. I really, really want you to live.

I can't imagine my life without you. In fact, I don't even want to imagine. It is beyond imagination.

I'll admit it: I'm scared. I'm really a little afraid of the moment you die.

I understand that it is inevitable, I understand that when it will happen... To one of us first... But I don't want to think about it.

A selfish person would want to die first. So that he himself would not be heartbroken to see another die.

At the same time, I want you to die first, so that it would be better for you... And at the same time, childishly, I want you to never die. It would be nice if that was possible.

I don't like to think about your death. It depresses me. And if I ever see you old, it will only depress me even more, because it will only seem closer.

Please don't die if you can.

|| T ||

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