Why That Eye Contact With You Is a Terrible Idea

Confusion is your third name. It has to be your third name.

Confusion follows you everywhere. It sits on your shoulder like a tiny demon whispering, “Do the opposite."

You don’t just get confused, you spread confusion. Effortlessly. Like it’s your side hustle.

Today, you're displaying affection and loving hard like Rhysand of the famous Court of Mist and Fury.

But tomorrow, you're as distant as an earthworm is to anything containing salt.

And you want to make a daring, romantically inviting eye contact with that girl?

You want to drag her into your entire universe with those mischievous brown eyes?

Please don’t.

And if your heart and brain aren’t in agreement when you’re attempting this, just look away.

Don’t stress yourself, don’t stress her.

Why?

Oh, because you are exactly the type of person we’re talking about.

You are the exact guy her heart does not need.

You’ll smile at her today and avoid her gaze tomorrow like you suffered overnight amnesia.

Anyway… stay away.

You, your eyes, and your confused heart should actively practice looking away. Quickly, for that matter.

Let’s save the poor girl’s emotions from the premium confusion you’re always ready to distribute.

Ah, how did I forget your communication issues?

You barely express what’s going on in that handsome head of yours.

Instead, you’ll end things, then reappear a few days later expecting an automatic hug and access to whispering sweet nothings.

You’re not evil. Just confused — we understand.

And we sincerely hope you’ll be fine soon.

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Babe,

You’re a professional yapper.

You don’t know when to stop.

You don’t know how to read the room.

And you’re lovingly gazing into his dark brown eyes like he’s some Nobel Prize waiting to be claimed?

Girl, stop.

His head will ache every single day from your uncontrollable commentary.

You say things without thinking — especially when you’re angry. One day, you’ll cross a line you can’t uncross.

And the relationship will crack under that pressure.

Or not.

Just… fix yourself first.

Be better for whoever he is.

And look away from his eyes while you still can.

Before you break him into a version of himself even he doesn’t recognize.

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Okay, I’m done talking.

Let me return to the books determined to finish me before the year ends.

And as you go:

Guard your eyes. Guard your heart.

Chaos loves people who stare too long.

Till next time, mi amor.