I wrote this several months back. Back when we were still together.
Take me back to the night we met.
We met a long time before that night.
But that night, I felt, was the first time
we properly saw each other.
Up until then, we’d kept it largely
platonic, sometimes suggestive, but
never too far. Nothing that would get you
But that night was different.
We both caught each other off-guard.
We didn’t have a screen, or snapchat filter,
or school email, or professional duties to hide
We were unfiltered.
Apparently you’d seen me first.
But I saw you when I came downstairs, you
were at the bar.
It was instinctive.
I went straight over to you without
hesitation and we hugged. Which I think
caught us both off-guard.
We were both wearing plaid shirts, and
we both made a comment that we had
Then your friends came over and made the
It was easy.
I was magnetically drawn to you, and it
was so clear and obvious.
I wish I could’ve stayed talking to you at
the bar all evening. But I had friends to
get back to, and so did you.
But we bumped into each other again that
night at the Wetherspoons. My eyes kept
trying to find you all evening.
You were like an island in the middle of
a shipwreck. I felt I was constantly
swimming against the tide, fighting to
keep my head above water.
But with you, I could breathe easy. It was
So, I’m sorry that it hasn’t stayed that
way. You told me tonight that you miss
me. I’m right here, but I’m not. I’m not the
same anymore. For the first 6 month of us
being together, I didn’t think about my
past once. I was so happy. So content.
So, I thank you for that.
But slowly, it crept back in.
And I’m furious that something that
happened so long ago, is tearing apart
something so wonderful. It makes me
hate myself, for not being able to deal
with it and move on.
I wish none of it had ever happened.
But I can’t change that now.
No amount of wishing will ever undo.
What he did.
What I didn’t do.
What neither of us did.
And everything inbetween.
“I had all and then most of you, some, and now none of you. Take me back to the night we met.”
– Lord Huron
I never thought I’d write those words about you.