Easy Come, Easy Go

You know how whenever you first meet someone, the question crosses your mind: friend of foe?
I remember TB telling me how the first second you allow someone to be close to you, you have given them the permission to break you.
In the earliest stage, it isn't quite so bad, only little fibers of adoration that resemble silky spider web seems to link your brain and your heart to this object/character of desire. If you end it at this point, you can more or less just brush it off and move on.
Moving on to stage two, this is where those fibers start having little fish hooks on the ends and it takes more effort than a simple brushing off to detach by now.
The final stage of attachment is when the association is so strong, the fibers are no longer just thin strands, but is a rope composed of those fibers and the hooks are now rooted into your heart. When you yank the hooks out, there seems to be an eternal bleeding. The scar is hideous, and it seems as if your muscle has learned to grow around the hook that it does not help the situation whatsoever.

I really don't know how long we will last, how we will end, how many ups and downs we will go through...
But I'm hoping that I won't be disappointed, or that you won't hurt me.

Love isn't an easy come, easy go.