London Grammar, photo not mine.

London Grammar

“There’s something I’ve never told you.”

“What’s that?”

“Every single London Grammar song reminds me of you. Every single one.”

“Really? Why’s that?”

“A few reasons, I guess. They were one of the first bands I shared with you. I remember that night, too. I was out with my sister and a couple of our friends because we wanted to go dancing, but in the end we ended up at a restaurant with a DJ and an empty dance floor. Anyway, I remember we’d been texting, and somehow we got onto the subject of music. I was in the bathroom when I texted you saying ‘Check out Wasting My Young Years by London Grammar.’”

“You were in the bathroom?!” he said, laughing.

“Yeah, I got up from the table because I felt rude being on my phone in front of everyone and not actually paying attention to the conversation happening in front of me.”

“Uh-huh,” he smirked.

“I swear! …And I had to pee.”

“There it is.”

“But I didn’t text you form the toilet.”

“Sure.”

“I swear it.”

“I remember that night, too, though. I was home playing poker. I listened to the song shortly after you recommended it.”

“You did, because a few minutes later I remember you telling me you really liked it.”

“I did. I also made you a Tool playlist on YouTube that night.”

“Yep. I started listening to it that night, fell asleep to it, and picked up again the next morning.”

“So what else?”

“What else?”

“You said ‘a few reasons.’ What are the other reasons?”

“Oh. Right. Well, after telling you to listen to that song I realized I didn’t actually know all that many songs by London Grammar. Anything that I’d ever heard by them I always loved instantly, but I’d never actually made an effort to listen to an entire album of theirs. After that night I decided I wanted to become more familiar with them.”

“Cause you wanted to impress me?”

“No, you self-obsessed dick,” she said jokingly, “Because I realized there wasn’t a reason why I shouldn’t. Anyway, once I did check out their first complete album I became obsessed. I was on a London Grammar grind that entire summer. Their music is fantastic, and it’s appropriate for almost any occasion, but I wouldn’t really say running is one of them, and yet, even on my runs I couldn’t take the album off repeat. I never skipped a song, no matter how slow it got.”

“So why does that remind you of me?”

“I guess more than anything because their music makes me think of that summer.” She laughed a shy, slightly embarrassed laugh. “I was always thinking of you during those runs, if I’m being completely honest. I’d be so eager to check my phone at the end of a run, hoping I’d received something from you. And the lyrics helped keep me distracted from how long I’d been running or how far I’d gone, so I was never thinking about how tired I was. I was more consumed thinking about how I wished I could somehow make the words my own, fantasizing about how I could say them to you.”

“Like what?”

“Oh god, there’s so many. For example, in Flickers? The chorus — jeezus how those words rang true to me that summer. Cripes, they still do.”

“What else?” he asked, smiling.

“Night Call. The whole thing. Every single word. Honest to god. But I don’t know, beyond the words… I guess it’s the fact that the album became the soundtrack to that summer, the summer I fell for you — oh my GOD that sounds so cheesy and stupid — ”

He leaned in to kiss her softly, then whispered in her ear, “I’m glad I waited for you.”

She smiled, immediately recognizing the reference and wondering how it was possible to love him more than she had a moment ago. “I trusted that in time we would meet again.”