i want to go back to the day that i first met you.

not because i want to have introduced myself differently, or because i want to have said different things, or asked different questions, but because you taught me that love doesn't always mean contact.

sometimes it means stolen glances and unfinished feelings and time lost in between the cracks of our unwritten pages. it means that letting someone go can be the right choice but can still rip you apart until the only thing holding you together is the very fragment of the name i learned at that party on that very day,

i want to go back to the day that i first met you

so i could tell myself not to go.