Sometimes when I'm really upset and I know it can't get any worse, I close my eyes and I pretend. I pretend that every time I catch you looking at me in your car, its because you want me.
Or every time you tell me to be cafeful on my way home, its because you don't want to lose me. Every shoulder or knee pat is just an excuse to touch me.
When you text me in the morning because you miss me. Or when you kiss me in the car before I leave, its because you want to kiss me not because I lean in. Sometimes, I pretend you love me back.