falling in love is like learning to drive.

at first, you stop too often,


and look

left and right 

left and right 

left and right

before easing your way into

the intersection.

you make your first turn;

you drive past another car


you learn how to

drive on your side of the road,

learn the


of your lane.

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before you know it,

before it hits you,

you’re picking up speed,

forgetting to turn on your signals.

you start to yield less at night,

but hey,

you haven’t hit anyone yet.

now, you have your permit,


your first car.

freeways are nice to speed on

because you like the feeling

of the wind


across your face.

you feel your heart


when you run through your first red.

you drive on,

for years and years

without a crash.

you never stop to



why should you?

it’s only to the store.

i’ve been there so often.

nothing will happen to me.


you forget about the


little stop sign

after that one turn.




you’re done.

no more DMV waits

for those

gosh darn renewals.

you wake up

in a hospital

with bleary eyes and

a broken body.

next time,

if there is one,

make sure to


before you

crash and burn.

remember to love fast,

but stay safe, kid.

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