They’re gone. They’re gone, and you’re left there replaying the memories. It’s the wee hours of the morning, and you’re in your bed with the company of nonrealistic scenarios surrounding you.

It’s as if every night you blow out your birthday candle as you wish for one more night, one more kiss, one more embrace, one more lasts.

You think that if I had one more time, you could maybe move on. You find yourself thinking, “I just want to keep us there for a minute.” You beg for time to stop so maybe reality won’t creep back into your thoughts.

Adele puts it perfectly...

“I know there is no tomorrow. All I ask is if this is my last night with you, hold me like I’m more than just a friend. Give me a memory I can use. Take me by the hand while we can do what lovers do. It matters how this ends ‘cause what if I never love again.”

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I’m here to tell you that I’ve had that night. Of course, we were trying out that “let’s be friends” bullshit. (PS: YOU CANNOT BE FRIENDS WITH YOUR EX)

I was a late night text but not a good morning kiss.

I willingly sunk into his embrace knowing it was going to be my last. When our lips touched, it was as if they’d been created to only touch his. It was like I rehearsed my whole life for this finale. Then, he smiled, and I knew this was the last time I’d be the one who caused that.

All I wanted was a memory to top off our adventures. At this point, I was convinced I NEEDED this time of lasts because I told myself I’d never love again after him.

I’m here to tell you, you’re better than this. Don’t give him the satisfaction of thinking he still has you (even if it’s true.) That last kiss will only try to relight an already burnt match. A match only gets one spark... remember that. Once a gust of wind blows it out, there’s no getting it back because you can’t chase something that’s not even there.

All you’re doing is kissing someone who is no longer the person you once loved. They may look the same on the outside, but there’s a different look in their eyes. It’s darker. It doesn’t glow. They don’t make your cheeks warm up and turn rosy or cause the most stupid smile on your face.

One thing you don’t think of is how you’ll feel after this night of lasts. I’m here to tell you that it’s NOT worth it.

So to those of you who still have these late night wishes, you deserve better. I promise you that they aren’t the same person. They left you when they pinky swore they never would. They’ve already changed, and they aren’t coming back as the same person whose voicemails are still trapped in your phone.

You’re still just drunk on the idea of love. This pain you feel is just the hangover. Once you sober up, life will be beautiful again. Those sad Adele songs will slowly turn into empowering, confident Taylor Swift jams.

Drink some water and sober up because your person is out there waiting to meet you.