I can easily see myself getting married to him, having kids with him, growing old with him.
And part of me doesn't want to.
Cos these means I'll never have another first kiss.
Another jittery heart
I can't begin to imagine it without him.
Another dream, yes. But what if I called him everyday to tell him bout my new jitter
And what if my new jitter was just him.
Cos heart's are flaky
And mine flakes out.
I don't know what I’m talking but anymore.
But you know...that!