Dear [insert three-letter name here],
To start this off, I ask that you remind me your name. I’m forgetful in that way. Let me remind you what happened that night (or what I remember of that night), because if you’re like me I’m sure you’ve forgotten a good chunk of it. It was a hot dance floor in a very dark club. I was under the impression that I was going to be going home with you from the minute we laid eyes on each other. There you were and there I was. And we found each other. Obviously, this was the start to some sort of fantasy movie scene because this couldn’t possibly be my life! The life of a studious freshman who liked to go out and find herself in situations that she just can’t say no to... apparently. Yet there I was and there you were.
If you remember anything at all you were a good dancer (I give you props for that). My friends gave me the thumbs up and I gulped down my drink. I find it funny that I remember the way you whispered in my ear and it tickled. I remember the strangest parts of that night. Although like most nights, it drags on and then it comes to an end. However, that night felt as if no end were in sight. The club continued to fill up and we continued to get closer and closer until we were finally back at your place and we got as close as any two could’ve gotten. In some cultures, we were probably married. Anyway. It was over, it was done. It was three (or so) in the morning. There wasn’t much else to remember except for the fact that I ran out of there as fast as possible and I’m sorry because I know you wanted me to stay.
I don’t know if you know this but I walked back to campus. I didn’t take a cab like I had told you I did because I’m sure that you would’ve insisted on walking me back. At least in my mind...when I think about that night...I hope you would have. You would’ve insisted on it and I would’ve given in with only a little bit of fight. We would’ve walked back together talking along the way. When we got to my dorm you would’ve given me your number and kissed me goodnight. But this wasn’t my fantasy in my head this was reality and, in reality, I ran out of there faster than I ever thought was possible.
I don’t regret anything, I couldn’t have asked for a better guy, really. My friends thought you were hot, I thought you were hot, and you could’ve gotten with any girl in that room but you choose me, so thank you for that. But (and there’s always a but) I don’t even remember your name. Granted -- I had a good amount of alcohol. Still...a name shouldn’t be something you forget. Especially since if it was a hundred years ago, that night would’ve been our wedding night.
I got back to my dorm and I distinctly remember sitting on my friend’s rug telling her about the night. The dreaded question comes up. (Actually, it was the first question she asked, as any logical person would.) “What’s his name?” I laughed and brushed it off because I don’t really care about names, or, at least, I don’t think I should. We had a good time, or at least I did. And it’s not like we’re ever going to see each other again! After all, it’s college and I go to a big school (which I now realize isn’t that big).
I don’t want you to be hurt because of the fact that I don’t remember your name, that’s not my intention. Actually, I’m not even sure if you ever told me your name to begin with. To tell you the truth, I’m not even sure I told you mine. So here I am, sitting on my friend’s carpet and I’m not upset, I’m not confused, I’m happy. So thank you.
Thank you to the guy who danced with me until...well...the middle of the night. Thank you for calling me beautiful and when I told you it was my first time and for making sure I was comfortable and happy the entire time. Thank you for letting me leave, which I’m still sorry for doing. Lastly, thank you for not telling me your name. It leaves me with the mystery of making you into whomever I want you to be.
You’re my Prince Charming on a white horse with a head full of luscious hair and I’m sure you’re every Taylor Swift song rolled into one. Okay -- maybe not every one of her songs, but a lot of them. I’m sure if I had stuck around you would’ve broken my heart, or I would’ve broken yours but because I didn’t stay you’re just going to continue to be the guy I met in a bar, who continues to be nameless, and I’m ok with that.
Sincerely,
The girl who will remember you forever
