I always pleaded to see you at parties.

You asked me to hold your drink.
You were drunk, you were a mess, but your hair still pleaded for me to tug, and your smile controlled my soul.
You probably didn't even recognize me, but iĀ recognized you.
After months of getting over you.
You asked me to hold your drink, a simple task, but your hand reached for mine, and they touched, and for a moment i convinced myself that you were holding me all over again.Ā
The touch must have forced sobriety on upon you, because your eyes lingered on mine, and you left without a word.
Leaving your drink in my hands, and my heart in yours.Ā
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This is raw and heart wrenching. Ā I felt it to my core.. xo