Like: Part 2

I like to imagine you are a liar. You’ve been hiding something dark and secret from me and I find out, I hurt, maybe even a little heartbroken and then I am free. 

Is this what falling in love feels like. The fear and the want. The goosebumps. It’s too ridiculous. It can’t be real. There will not be a leap of faith.

I like to imagine looking up at you dressed so smart. You smile and say we did it babe. I melt like I do when you say all those nice things. It’s our first dance. It’s real.