Take me back to the night we met...
I was playing music on my phone the other night when The Night We Met by Lord Huron started playing. It’s strange how a song can sit quietly in your playlist for years, waiting for the exact moment to tap you on the shoulder and pull you back in time. I first heard that song in 2017, when I was a junior in college. My best friend and I were huge YA novel fans, so when 13 Reasons Why came out on Netflix, we devoured it instantly. And I remember the exact moment that song played in the show — slow, haunting, heavy in a way that settles into your bones. Something about it hit me then, but hearing it now hit me differently. Older. Sharper. Closer to the truth. Because it reminded me of the night I met my first boyfriend. I wouldn’t say he was my first love — honestly, I still don’t really know how to define “first love.” I’ve felt something almost like it before him and something almost like it after. And the song itself wasn’t even about that kind of love. It had its own meaning, its...