To the person that will love her next,

Be warned, she’s easy to love.

You’ll meet her one day and painfully ache for her from that day until your last day. When your eyes mold into hers, all time will cease to exist - the dying seconds frozen to all her glory. Love her with all your might and never take her for granted. She’s been used before and knows all too well how it feels. If you’re here to show her how, I suggest you stop right here. So don’t.

She claims to be heartless; immune to the emotions that will intimately pierce her heart. She’s lying. Her heart holds passion that could encompass the universe by tenfold. So when she loves, she loves hard - unknowing of any other way to do so. That love, her love, doesn’t come around often. She’ll push you away in realization that a flame has been ignited in her winter storm. Prevail, and see her inner rose bloom.

When she’s angry, don’t leave her alone. She will never ask you to stay, she’s tired of begging people to love her. Tuck her hair behind her ear, see the gorgeous chaos in her eyes and stay. Don’t act tough, you’re not when it comes to her. Your strength shouldn’t come from your exterior, but in how you love the woman in front of you.

She’s a writer, so don’t be surprised when she has more to say than most. She’ll draw you in her world - her poetry, her art - and entice you with each syllable, each stroke. Among the stars will you be immortalized, so each constellation will know of your love. That damned pen is a sword you cannot hope to defend yourself from. Her words will touch the depths of your being and scar your body in the midst of her wake.

Explore with her. She grew up in a small town so she loves stumbling upon places that wistfully, take her to another world. Aimlessly walk the streets at night, hand in hand, with no destination or hibitions. Discover small coffee shops and record stores. Watch her eyes fill with joy as her fingers run through dusty old vinyls. You’ll see a different side of her; the walls she spent years building will come down. Look, bask, but not for a moment longer. When she realizes she’s let go, those walls will come back, higher than before.

Never go a day without telling her you love her. I don’t care how angry you are, grit it through your teeth if you have to.

To this day, she’s the strongest and most hard-headed person I’ve ever met. Remember she’s a woman of her own. Don’t try to assert your dominance over because I promise you, it will be the worst decision of your life.

Comfort her when yet again, a fictional character dies. You may think it’s stupid, but it’s not just a book to her. To her, she lived the lives of those people, loved the people they loved. She immerses herself into the grand world of literature and this broadens her mind.

Read The Alchemist - trust me.

Start listening to The 1975. If you don’t try, you’re done for. She’ll claim that she can’t pick a favourite song of theirs. A total lie - it’s Robbers.

Music comes first. Always.

When she has an anxiety attack, hum Robbers under your breath and tell her to breathe. Kiss her forehead and rub the small of her back. Stand through the storm, the calm waves of her even breathing will soothe your soul. She is here; here with you - alive. She has and will continue to defeat her demons time and time again.

She is smarter than you, even when you think you’re outsmarting her or reading her. Trust me, you’re feeling that way because she wants you to.

Treat her like royalty or somebody else will. That girl deserves the universe at her fingertips.

You’ll never be the same again, because this girl isn’t like the rest.

And most of all, don’t ever lose her - not like I did.