some ghost taking over my body when she offered to dance with Beckett. That same phantom that made me lift her, press her against a wall, and kiss her just days ago. The one that made me buy her ice cream when I should have been doing everything in my power to convince her I wasn’t into her. The one that had me buying cat toys and iced coffees before dawn the exact way she likes it, and books for her to read in the car. I'm losing my fucking mind.
