“Don't fall in love with a writer. His words might be stunning enough to unwittingly lure you in, and his heart might be as pure as they come, but he's got ink in his veins, a fire in his soul, and a maddening mind that never quiets. All he knows of being in love, he has picked up between pages, or from lines of poetry. He will write so much better than he speaks, and always be at a loss for words when they aren't written down, when they matter most. And he'll beat himself up over this...you will look on, helpless to save him from himself, trying to rip the pen from his hand that he's stabbing into his flesh. And those hands will always be ink-stained and paper-cut, touching you like there are words hidden under your skin to draw out, to decipher. He will find the beauty in, and something to love about, anyone and anything...except, too often, himself. When you tell him he’s amazing, he’ll have a running list of why he’s not, compiled over the years and committed to memory, ready for recitation at a moment's notice. He will rejoice when you rejoice, and sob when you sob...then try to cheer you up with corny jokes and self-deprecation until you groan. He will write you a book, without you having to ask...but beware if you purposely shatter his heart, because he has a great memory, a thing for truth, and he will write you out of his system unsparingly .” PS - In other words, don’t fall in love with this writer! 🙂 #excerptsfromabookthathasyettobewritten #wordsbleed #theendofheartache