I like imagining you, a little drunk, giving me a hard time about something.
Normally, I have two distinct modes.
And I know, its not healthy to be so extreme.
Tanja Heffner
Clearly, neither has been a recipe to happiness.
I fall into the first camp most of the time.
I have a go at will myself to care, but it doesnt work.
Ive never been able to fake it.
I cant force something.
Its me, irrational and passionate.
Its been Heartbreak City, population me.
But with you, its different.
I mentioned your name three times on a weekend with my girlfriends and want to pretend it meant nothing.
I want to act like it was just a casual reference.
But I know myself too well.
I know I only focus when theres a reason to.
Theres a lot I dont know about you.
Theres plenty Id probably rather not know.
You arent my first thought in the morning.
Im not chomping at the bit.
I dont hear wedding bells in the distance.
Hell, I dont even hear We made it to 6 months!
bells, or whatever the equivalent is.
Still, I think about you.
And Im excited when I see a text come in from you.
I like imagining us naked teasing one another.
I like imagining you, a little drunk, giving me a hard time about something.
We are not a romance novel any Taylor Swift fan wants to read.
Were not roses and sweet talk, nothing sugary about what we say to each other.
And thats exactly how I like it.
Its why Im so into the idea of you and me.
