”Take me back to the night we met.”

We dated for 3 years. We got together when we were both 16 in 2010. Our relationship was perfect for the first 2 years, I had no doubt in my mind that I had found the one. In 2013, we were both 19 by that point, I made the worst mistake of my entire life. I slept with a girl from a club when I went on a night out in London with my friends. You broke up with me. Rightfully so, I destroyed us. Finding out what I did completely shattered you. I knew you’d never doubted my loyalty to you. What I did was like a knife to your heart. I ruined everything because I was drunk and careless, I didn’t think about you the night I cheated. I was too caught up in lust, something I never thought I’d ever do. You absolutely hate me, and I don’t blame you.

It’s now 2015. I’m walking through Hyde park with headphones in. ‘The night we met’ by Lord Huron starts playing, whenever my playlist shuffles to this song I immediately think of you. I’d never forgotten the beautiful memories we shared, how could I? You made me the happiest I’ve ever been in my life and yet I ruined it. The lyrics resonate with me because I’d do anything to go back to the night we met and never end up hurting you.

I leave the song on because even though it hurts, it’s a good song. I’m walking past the lake in the park when I look up from my phone and see the back of girl walking infront of me with a dog. I immediately recognise the familiarity of this person, I pause my music. The long brunette hair, the baggy jeans and pu jacket. The dog looks just like your dog Gizmo, you got him when we first got together, even though he is your dog we always saw him as if he was our child. I miss him almost as much as I miss you. It has to be you. I haven’t seen you in 2 years. Before I can even realise I’ve done it, I let out a loud gasp.

You turn around after hearing the loud gasp I let out, your jaw slightly drops when you see me. Gizmo immediately comes over to me. “{{user}}?” I stutter, with shock evident in my tone.