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Perfect (Song imagine) Isaac

Perfect by Selena Gomez:-)

Different inflection when you say my name

Kiss me, but your kiss don't taste the same

Is it real or am I going out of my mind?

Curious 'bout the company that you keep

'Cause I hear you talking 'bout her in your sleep

And now you've got me talking 'bout her in mine

Lately things between myself and my boyfriend, Isaac, have been a little tricky, I might just be imagining things but I feel like he's cheating on me.

"Why do you feel like that?" Allison asked me as we sat at the kitchen counter together, enjoying a cup of tea and just talking about anything and everything trying to catch up with each other. "Every time he kisses me, it- it's not the same as before, y'know" I whispered, my hand subconsciously coming up to brush against my lips.

"He thinks I'm asleep, so he gets into bed. He's asleep within minutes, it's not the same anymore. I can hear him mumbling in his sleep, it's always about her. Somehow it's never been a name but it still hurts"

Ooh, and I bet she has it all

Bet she's beautiful like you, like you

And I bet she's got that touch

Makes you fall in love, like you, like you

He's thinking about her again. I looked up at him, his eyes were looking at the TV but his attention was elsewhere, his eyes glazed over, a small dreamy smile on his face.

"Does she have that touch that makes you fall in love?" I whispered to myself, my fingers trailing shapes along his arm that was loosely thrown around me, "She must be beautiful" I said a little louder, not surprised when he didn't reply, obviously his daydream was very interesting and just that thought broke my heart a little more.

My chest squeezed painfully as I watched him think about her, a tear making its way down my cheek.

I can taste her lipstick and see her laying across your chest

I can feel the distance every time you remember her fingertips

Maybe I should be more like her

Maybe I should be more like her

I can taste her lipstick, it's like I'm kissing her, too

And she's perfect

And she's perfect

In bed with Isaac, it used to be so playful, so... special, but now all that's gone. We both lay on our own sides, empty sheets between us, my heart breaking and his heart soaring.

The odd few times that we do get into it, I can feel the distance between us, no matter how close we are, he's thinking of her, always.

As I lay on my side, looking at Isaac laying on his back, shirtless, the sheets coming up to his waist, his arms behind his head, eyes glazed over once more as he smiles and imagines things I wish he wouldn't. I can't help but to see the perfect girl kissing him and laying on his chest once they're done.

"Night, love" Isaac whispered as he pressed a quick kiss to my lips before turning over, a kiss filled with another woman's lipstick, another woman's kiss, that kiss will never be meant for me.

How does she touch you? can I try it, too?

I know you're twisted, but baby, I'm twisted, too