Here鈥檚 what our parents never taught us:
You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon, chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.
You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.
A woman will kiss you and you鈥檒l think her lips are two petals rubbing against your mouth.
You will not tell anyone that you liked it.
It鈥檚 okay.
It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust.
You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.
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