Speaking from experience, I know first hand that sometimes, I mistaken my attraction for loneliness. When I first meet someone and there seems to be some sort of connection, I spend most of my time day dreaming about the alluring idea of an “us”. I build my hopes up from the subtle things that you do and I become lost in the trance of your words. I am a hopeless romantic and I am perfectly fine with that. But there are times where I am incapable of distinguishing between liking a person or liking the idea of having someone there. Of course I would enjoy the cute couple -ish things that we would do and those rotten butterflies that keep me up at night. I know that one day, my desire to be in love will be my greatest downfall. Still, I don’t give a damn.