When someone asks you to forget what it is to love, to bury it deep beneath your ribcage and your soul; they are asking you to teach yourself to forget the feeling to feel. To let heartache run through you like water and allow pain to piggyback on a young adults muscles. They ask you to shadow the natural urge to lay heavy next to a body warm from emotion. Tell you to erase the sentimental value of a tender touch or a strong embrace. Hide your heart underneath your mattress and only pull it out in the confidence of yourself.

Bleed pain. Bleed heartache. Alone.

Forget what it is to love they say.