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 i 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. 

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.