I don’t believe in love.
I believe in infatuation, I believe in admiration, I believe in the idea.
Every time I ever thought I was in love, I’ve realized that I wanted to be in love so bad that I convinced myself that I was.
I don’t know if I’ll ever believe in it. Maybe there hasn’t been an exemplary piece of it in my life.
I’ve seen every relationship I’ve ever cared about crash and burn.
I believe in emotion and getting lost in it.