Imagine Me

Willow was twenty one and tired of love. Older people told her that the day would come where she could find the perfect man. They said she was young and she had plenty of time but she was fed up with not being loved, with finding frogs every time she thought she had met a prince. Until she met Jake one night as she swung on her old swing in the back yard. He said the right things he did the right things. It was like he was taking notes directly from her head. Maybe he was.