Imagine me & you : A Fleeting New Year's Memory



It's after midnight, New Year's Eve. I kissed an unimportant person when it hit midnight, but my eyes were always set on you.
But first, let's wind back to the present.
I have this particular song in mind that reminds me of you, well at least a fleeting moment of us. It starts with these well-synced drums that are so catchy, a bit like your aura. The song is by The Turtles "Happy Together" and it captures that feeling of imagining being with someone you can't stop thinking about, day and night.
The songs goes
Imagine me and you , I do
I think about you day and night
its only right
to think about the girl you love and hold her tight
So happy together
Back to that New Year's Eve.
You have fairy lights tied around your shirt and I'm tracking your movement. I see you leave the stage alone heading to God knows where. It's a party in the jungle literally so it's dark but the paths have these string lights on, there are people seated on haystacks chilling, enjoying the music, so I follow you.
I'm tipsy and my head spinning just the right amount. I can only see you, it's like the whole crowd just disappeared. You enter the next stage where there are blue lights and there is electric music playing. The lights on your shirt make you stand out but I'm pretty sure even without them I'd have easily tracked you.
I tap you on the back, you turn around and pull me by my neck. We kiss. This was the kiss I’d saved for midnight. We dance a little bit, you pull me closer to the DJ booth. I'm looking at you and you're looking back, our souls are talking. You kiss me again, then pull my hand and we walk away from the stage.
It’s short‑lived, but it’s a memory—now a ghost of the past—because a simple answer to “What do you want for the new year?” made me realize some planets keep their rings by distance. I learned that sitting on you, wanting what you wouldn’t give. So maybe the accurate soundtrack for that night is “Saturn” by Sleeping At Last—but I like to remember it as
Happy Together.
Is it Comfort? Denial? Reclaiming joy?
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