the half of a second

It's the way you look at me now that scares me the most

Because maybe for the half of second you know that maybe

A glimmer of a chance that it's for real

That it isn't some high school sweet heart

But the real kind of love

The painful kind

The kind you don't dare imagine living without

The mind reading kind

The play basketball until we can't breath

The raw kind

Because you know every inch of every thought

The hugs that feel like home

The dates that feel effortless

Because you are home