I am no longer looking, hoping, or even yearning to fall in love.
Sometimes there's no safe nor soft landing...
Sometimes you fall off the cliff and hit every flat surface, every pebble, every stone, and bolder on the way down. There are so many times I've climbed back up, just to fall over, and over again. It may break every bone in your body, may rip tendons and ligaments, and may leave you gasping for air, afraid to even think about love again.

So, no, I will not fall in love with you.

I want grow in love with you.

Instead of jumping off a cliff, let us get a garden, and tend to it
Sometimes there are beautiful flowers, but they may have thorns - you grow as you learn how to gingerly handle those with thorns
Some just make you sneeze... And if a booger lands on...