It's psychologically proven that the more a memory is replayed the more it is distorted from what actually happened.

I replay that night in the living room repeatedly in my head. The way you smiled at me with true wonder and free of malice and control. Pause the moment before you blink and the smile turns into a smirk. Before the happiness becomes flirty or sneaky or with the weight of other intentions. For once time held onto a second where a space containing the both of us allowed for a temporary shift of gravity from your core to be centered around me.

Maybe if I replay this memory enough, I could change my mind into believing you could love me.
Make my mind think you loved me.