“I fall in love at the same rate I fall out of it, so maybe I should try falling in love slowly. That way, we'd last longer than the months it would take me to know the color of your darkest fear. Maybe I should try holding back for once, pit questions with questions and never give away all the answers. Try mystery for size. See if love fits inside the shoes of restraint. How far can you walk before walking away? Maybe I should trust myself less when in your company. I'll be more selfish with my stories. When I feel the need to tell you a secret I will bite my tongue and mime mute. I will nod to your stories and say nothing more even though I know a funny anecdote just like yours. This is the antidote to the heart's failures: choose lovers as you would work and never take home more than you can finish. Keep the weekends to yourself.”