Down For You

Love here is not tender and airy, but rather as if made of crisp banknotes, glasses of champagne, and a slightly dangerous heat under the skin. Everything is too bright, too expensive, and too real not to burn out. Between confessions and bravado, you can hear that most vulnerable “what if I can't hold on.” But you want to hold on - even at the cost of pride, sleep, and sanity. This is not a fairy tale, but the luxury of being honest for at least a second - when you admit that you've fallen, but the fall turned out to be damn pleasant.