Inspired by David Levithan's novel The Lover's Dictionary.
I want to take back that right swipe because now that I think about it, it probably wasn't meant to be. I want to take back the first text I ever sent because you turned out to be the worst texter anyway. I want to take back our first kiss because your lips weren't worthy. I want to take back the long walks we took together because it was only time wasted. I want to take back the food we ate in each others company, just so I can order something different. I say I want to take these things back, but deep down I don't want to take back anything.
I want to take back the way you looked at me that night you got on the subway, your eyes were enticing. I want to take back the way you held my hand and hugged me while we walked down Broadway -- you never seemed to care who was looking. I want to take back that night we stayed on the phone until 6AM and I had church in another three hours, but it was so worth it. I want to take back the way I fell just a little too hard, so just maybe this time you would catch me. I want to take back the way my heart skipped a beat every time you smiled -- it was beautiful. I want to take back our plans to go see Dope together because we never did. I want to take back my 25th birthday when I just knew you would come through, of all people. You never did. I want to take back the way you made me feel because it was a feeling I hadn't felt in awhile and I loved it. I want to take back the memories, but they're still here -- lingering.