i like falling in love as much as i hate it,
i like losing balance and writhing on slippery slopes and bruising my knees and laughing at my panic
i like my pupils dilating and taking in blinding amounts of light
i like the rush of my heart sinking and rising
i like the great abandon with which i love
and how i'd skip French class
to explore the less verbal part of the culture,

i think i like being in love with you
more than i like you