"Here's a little secret," the man said as he puffed another smoke. "Tell yourself this, 'i'm not in love.' Do it like an oration. Repeat it for five times. 'I'm not in love, I'm not in love, I'm not in love, I'm not in love, I'm not in love.'"
The young boy followed.
"I'm not in love, I'm not in love, I'm not in love, I'm not in love, I'm not in love."
"Then you must not think of her face. Say it again for three times."
"I'm not in love, I'm not in love, I'm not love."
"Say her not loudly," the man said as he took another hit,
But the boy was too embarrassed to say it.
"Don't worry, you can do it later when I'm gone, but either way it's fine, just say her name in your mind." the young boy smiled. "After that, try to remember something distinct about her. It could be the color of her eyes, the shape of her nose, the color of her hair, the style of her hair. Whatever it is, just think about it. Visualize it clearly."
The young boy closed his eyes and thought hard.
"Are you done?" the man said. It was just about time that he had just finished his light. "It seems that's about it."
He scraped his blunt and threw it away.
"Was that it?" the young boy asked.
"Yes, that is all," the man stood. "So did you fall in love already?"
"What?" the young boy asked. "But I thought we were making it so I would fall in love."
"Part of the process," the man said and started to walk away. "Break your heart first then you'll feel like not falling in love anymore."
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