i get too attached. i keep replaying that night that we danced together. the way you looked into my eyes, how you held me, as if you desperately needed me. cuz that’s what i’ve always wanted. someone to need me. someone who will purposefully leave something in my car, just so i have to drive back and see them again, even after spending five hours together. someone who will call me stupid for forgetting my jacket, but then immediately put their arms around me, draw me close, and keep me warm. i get too caught up in the moment, and now i’m too caught up in you.
