I quoted it months ago after the cluster on NYE when I, with full knowledge, indulged with one more night with my ex. The evening was enlightening. I used the line I woke up feeling satisfied, but guilty as hell, the second I left his house. I knew I would never go back.
Fast forward. Last night someone used the term on me. Paraphrased, they contemplated what wouldn't they give for one more night with me. It got me to thinking.
How many of us would take the chance for one more night with the one who got away? It wouldn't change anything. The past cannot be erased. Is it worth the risk to revisit a history that can't be a future?
In the same conversation I was having, we talked about how the grass is always greener no matter what side you are on. I am no angel. I don't pretend to be. I have had some good times. I'd give up my good times for chance to have a family, but that wasn't my path. And there are those who chose the family path that look on my path with envy. It's a lot more complicated when you have baggage.
The stops on my path sometimes have meaning, and sometimes they don't. Sometimes the lack of meaning causes the most harm. Self-destructive behavior has a play in those instances. It is rare that the stops can stay uncomplicated.
Back to one more night, someone said they'd like one more chance with me, if even for a night. It's easy to blow that off and not take it seriously. What are the chances of it even happening? Not likely. And talk about a path screaming "complicated" at you.
Actually surprises me someone would think about me at all, much less want to revisit a past with me. Now I understand it's complicated. I'm not sure if its good thing or a bad. I just know the thought of one more night is intriguing.
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