And that’s what it does to me.


I know that every single person has one song that instantly transports them back to a certain memory.

Good or bad. 

You hear the song, and you’re instantly in that certain place reliving what memory it brought to mind.

I could probably name of a number of songs that I could put with certain memories . . . 

But there is one song in particular that I hear all the time, and no matter how many times I hear it on the radio, on the television, on my iPod, or as someones ringtone . . . I’m right there back with that person on that night. 

I Don’t Want This Night To End by the oh-so-good-looking Luke Bryan.

When I was 13, I got to experience my first kiss with a boy that you couldn’t forget if you tried. He had this odd way of always standing out in a crowd, but without meaning too. When you noticed him, it wasn’t like he was trying to get your attention. He was simply doing his own thing and not giving a damn what anyone thought. That’s what caught my attention. I wish I had the words to give a better description, but he’s pretty indescribable. Anyway, after a short fling he lost interest in my obnoxious junior high girl self, and we went our separate ways. 

We didn’t stay in contact, but I would see him around over the years. He could just walk into a room, and I’d smile as soon as I saw him. I didn’t even have to talk to him, it was just his presence that reminded me that it was okay to be myself. 

He was a few years older than me, and after he graduated high school. It was like he fell off the face of the earth. I had gone two years without seeing or hearing from him. I would occasionally wonder how he was doing, but never tried to get in contact with him.

And then this summer, I was in his hometown for a night, and ran into him while he was going into a bar and I was walking out . . . 

We ended up getting in touch after seeing each other, and made plans to hang out. We went to a movie with his cousin. I’d tell you what the movie was, but I was so damn nervous to be sitting next to him that I didn’t pay attention to much of it. Since everything went so well, we decided to make our next encounter an actual “date”. 

I was so excited the entire week before the date. I smiled all the time, listened to happy music, randomly danced around, and I was just on top of the world knowing I was going to get a chance with someone who made me believe in myself without even knowing it.

We decided we wanted to go see the midnight premiere of Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows: Part Two.  Since Harry Potter meant so much to me for so long, and this was what was going to end the whole saga, I had to do something cool. I made my mom get me an awesome Harry Potter shirt to show my respect to the greatest series ever, and to impress this boy. (Yes, I bought a Harry Potter shirt to impress a boy. That’s how we knew he was a good one for me.)

He walked out of his house wearing an Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt, plaid shorts, knee-high socks, Converses, and a bandana around his heard. 

Seeing him automatically made my palms sweaty, and put the same weird grin on my face because I was reassured that he was still the same goofy guy that had given me my first kiss and changed my outlook on what other people thought of me. 

He got into the car, said hello, and looked at my shirt while laughing. His eyes flickered over to give an angry glance at my radio that was playing old school Mariah Carey. 

We drove in a slightly awkward silence to the movie, and then ended up getting there late enough that we missed out on good seats and ended up sitting in front of obnoxious pre-teen boys who failed to appreciate the importance of the movie that was closing a chapter of our childhood. The movie was everything I wanted it to be, and more. There was no way that movie could have been done better. Half way through the movie, I started to get emotional, and then he reached over to grab my hand. It was him understanding that right then was the perfect moment to do that made me realize that he already understood me better than I could begin to comprehend. 

After the movie ended, we both laughed at the people in the theatre who were baffled by how it ended, even though it was the exact same as the book. 

We got into the car, and talked about what we should do next. Since both of us were too shy to say that we wanted to spend more time together, I drove the 15 miles back to his place after getting pulled over for accidentally running a red light. That wasn’t embarrassing at all . . .

Since it was the midnight premiere, it was already 2:30 AM when we left the theatre . . and he had to work in the morning so the responsible decision would have been for me to drop him off and head home. 

When I got to his turn off to his house, we both glanced at each other, and just understood without even saying anything that I should just keep driving past it. 

The night consisted of nothing but driving around and talking about anything and everything.

It was the first time in so long that I could remember someone understanding me so well. I didn’t have to keep my weird thoughts contained so he wouldn’t think I was crazy. I could blurt out the first thing that popped into my mind, and he would respond with something just as strange that made me feel like I could trust him more than anyone in my life. 

I can’t remember every single thing we talked about, but I do remember that I kept glancing at the clock and wishing with everything in me that time would stop. Every single thing that had been bugging me had left my mind, and it was replaced with calm feeling that everything was going to be okay. 

Finally when 5:30 AM hit, we both knew that we had to go back and end the date.

We pulled into his drive-way, and we still kept talking until the clock hit 6:10. Finally, he ended the night with a good night (good morning) kiss, and went back into his house.

I remember sitting in my car watching him walk away, and knowing that something about this was different. I knew right then and there that something about this boy was going to change my life for the better. 


So back to the song, it doesn’t describe that night perfectly obviously. But it does explain the feeling of being with someone so wonderful all night, and hating that it eventually was going to have to come to an end.


One response »

  1. I loved reading this. It almost made me cry. That is a memory and feeling you will never forget, and you don’t deserve any less. I love you!

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