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Alright, let’s talk. If you’ve ever found yourself typing out a love song or let’s be real, a full-blown emotional monologue on your phone’s notes app, then you get it. You’re tangled up in your own head, overthinking every little moment, reading into every word, convincing yourself that what you’re feeling is either the start of something epic or a complete emotional disaster. I’ve been there. Trust me, it’s a vibe.

And today? We’re talking about a song I wrote that’s honestly kind of a mystery to me now. I don’t even remember the exact situation or who I wrote it for, but as soon as I read the lyrics again, I realized, it’s all me. It’s a reflection of who I was at the time, completely wrapped up in my own feelings and letting myself get lost in someone or something. Even though I don’t have all the details, this song still holds up as a snapshot of the way I am, the way I obsess, and the way I process everything by writing it out.

Let’s unpack it together

Looking at the lyrics now, they hit different. There’s a bittersweetness to them, a sense of knowing something is fleeting, but not being able to resist enjoying it anyway. It’s like I was fully aware that whatever was happening wasn’t going to last. The first line, “I know this will end too soon,” says it all. I wasn’t living in some delusion where I thought things would magically work out. No, I knew the clock was ticking, and yet, I still allowed myself to get caught up in the moment. Why? Because it felt good.

That’s the thing about me, I’m an all-in kind of person. When I get attached to something, I dive deep, even when I can feel the pull of reality trying to drag me back. The next line, “But baby, I feel so good, And I know you felt it too,” shows the rush that I get from the connection, that intoxicating feeling when everything aligns, even if it’s just for a short while.

There’s that moment where it’s clear we’re both in the same space, feeling something real. And I could have held onto that, let it consume me, but even in the midst of it, I knew it wasn’t the forever I wanted it to be.

Then, there’s that part of me that’s hopelessly romantic (and a little obsessive) that holds onto things longer than they deserve. “You said, ‘Stay longer,’ like you meant it, In that moment, I was lost for a while.” I’m not sure if the other person really meant it or if it was just in the heat of the moment, but in that instant, I let myself believe it.

I lost myself, even if just for a moment, to the idea of us, the potential of what could be. For someone like me, who can’t help but read into every interaction, those words whether sincere or not become everything. In that moment, I could imagine all sorts of things, letting the fantasy take over.

The next line, “The smallest things you did, they mattered to me, But baby, you were just being friendly,” is such a raw admission. I’ve definitely been there, turning every little gesture into something more meaningful than it was. A smile, a kind word, even the way someone looks at you can feel like it means something deep.

But in reality? It was probably just basic politeness. And that’s the tricky thing with me, I get attached to the feeling of being wanted or important, even if it’s fleeting or unintentional. It’s something I’ve learned to recognize about myself, but at that time, it was like I couldn’t help but let my heart race over nothing.

Then comes the more introspective part: “Deep down, I know the truth.” Even as I let myself indulge in the fantasy, there was always that voice in the back of my mind telling me the reality, that it wasn’t going to last, that the feelings weren’t as deep or lasting as I wanted them to be. It’s like I knew better, but I couldn’t stop myself from getting lost in it anyway.

In the next section, I almost begin the process of letting go: “Let my imagination flow, So I can heal the feeling I had.” It’s like I’m trying to detach from the emotional whirlwind I’ve created, but I’m doing it in my own way. Writing helps me process my feelings and make sense of what’s going on in my heart and mind.

I create these vivid mental pictures and let them play out, even if it’s just to soothe myself. Writing this song wasn’t just about the other person, it was about me working through the pain of realizing it wasn’t going to happen the way I wanted it to.

“Baby, don’t worry, I won’t bother you, No more attention, it’s long gone,” reflects a shift, a quiet resignation. I’m telling myself to let go of the obsession. To stop seeking validation, to stop needing the attention. It’s like I’m reassuring myself and the other person, even though deep down, I’m not quite there yet.

It’s the beginning of acceptance, but not fully realized. “We won’t go back to what we were, The only thing I can do now is write about us.” I’ve come to terms with the fact that things won’t be what they once were. And so, I channel that into writing, turning the emotion into something tangible, something I can reflect on. It’s how I cope.

Then comes the real emotional release: “So just let me be, Let me be, one more time. I’ll let go, I’ll set it free, But I’ll carry you in my mind.” These lines feel like the end of a chapter, like I’m saying goodbye, but in a way that still keeps the memory alive. It’s like I’m granting myself the space to feel everything, to let go, but still keep that person in my thoughts, tucked away in my heart. Even when I know something is over, I can’t just erase it. I hold on to the memory and the feeling, and maybe that’s okay.

“I’m letting go of what we had, No need for answers, no need for that. Just memories left in the past, I’ll find my peace, at last.” It’s as if I’ve reached the end of the emotional rollercoaster and am finally ready to release it. I’ve accepted that closure doesn’t always come with answers, but with the ability to move forward. Letting go doesn’t mean forgetting; it means finding peace with what was and learning to carry on.

What this song taught me?

Ultimately, this song is a reflection of who I am at that time, someone who loves deeply, feels intensely, and struggles to let go. It shows me in my most vulnerable state, caught up in a cycle of obsessing over something that wasn’t meant to last. But the biggest lesson? It’s okay to write about it, to process it, and to eventually move on. Maybe I’ll never remember exactly who I wrote this for, but I know it was a moment where I let myself feel everything. And in the end, that’s all I needed.

So here I am, learning to let go and accepting that my obsession, my feelings, and my need to understand everything are just parts of who I am. This song is me saying goodbye to the idea of something that wasn’t real but also holding onto the fact that it was real for me in that moment. And maybe that’s enough.

I’ll carry it in my mind, but I’m learning to set it free. Because sometimes, the best thing I can do for myself is just let things be.