i’m making playlists again, and I don’t like it and i’m not sure exactly how I feel about this one but you are sitting next to me at the party, and I feel safe. and if it’s true that what we love we mention then does it mean anything when you say my name (oh so gently, as though it is held in your cupped hands) over and over and over again. am I assuming I mean more to you than I do? am I picking up the crumbs of love that very well may not be love at all, just attention. is this history repeating itself? because nothing feels different in the way I’m once again falling for a man I can’t have. this is history repeating itself. this is me loving and loving and loving and it never being enough.