“Don’t fall in love with me. I know you will.”

“I hardly see that happening. Where did you come up with that?"

Fall in love? I’m not made for that. I’m just trying to keep her alive at this point. She’s drawn the attention of the wrong man. He likes to leave them scattered in pieces once’s he’s bored with them. And now I got saddled with her.

Love? Yeah right.

She’s a troublemaker through and through.

Yet I find myself attracted to her. Why do I keep entertaining the idea of being with her? In the end, I know I have to let her go.

So I do.