when he was ahead, he suddenly stopped and turned to me and kissed me; when he drove us home, one of his hand navigating and the other holding mine, padding and squeezing; when we were listening to music, he laid on my lap and put my hand on his chest tightly; i’m just confused because i don’t know if he’s really into me or he just wants something else from me.
every little thing matters to me and i can’t stop recalling the fragments of memories every night before bed.
