As I sit in the dim glow of my bedroom,

I find comfort in the ritualistic act of playing “The Night We Met” on my record player,

And as the vintage machine whirs to life and the disc spins,

A haunted yet painful melody fills the room.

Eyes closed, I let the lyrics wash over me until they become the soundtrack of my own emotions.

Listening to this classic, I never thought I would be able to be both happy and sad at the same time,

And feel the ache of realizing something beautiful that has been lost,

And the desperate desire to turn back the clock and relive that night.

A tribute to a memory that, though dimmed, is forever carved into my mind.