I Was Enchanted to Meet You (Wildest Dreams)

It’s not uncommon for millions of people to relate to Taylor Swift’s entire discography. It’s not out of the question to say Swift is one of the most relatable artists to ever exist, either.



I can basically jam out to any Taylor Swift song. Wait, no, let me rephrase that: I CAN jam out to any T-Swift song. But there’s a specific mashup that caught my attention recently. On her 1989 tour, she performed a mashup of her songs Enchanted and Wildest Dreams.

Perhaps these two songs pushed into one song symbolizes much more to me. I know I’m a nostalgic poet that over-romanticizes everything, but hear me out.


All of my feelings and relationships can be compacted into the Enchanted / Wildest Dreams mash-up by Taylor Swift. They start off in a crowded room, with me struggling to find my pace, until one person ignites that spark within me. The flames engulfed me and I am absolutely captivated by their presence. It’s like everyday has been nothing but repetitive nonsense until the ‘playful conversation starts.’ The questions grow larger and the charm burns brighter. I am painfully curious and I want to learn more. I am captured in an eternal state of ‘almost,’ an endless period of ‘maybes.’ That possibility makes me feel more alive than I ever have felt, although I am 99.9% sure I don’t want it to go anywhere.




I want to live in the magical state of enchantment, always. For that state of enchantment is a state of genuinely appreciating somebody without wanting to ruin it. It’s basically just authentically appreciating somebody without wanting them as your own or without wanting them in your life 24/7. It’s an absolutely staggeringly beautiful place to exist. Souls can share vibes and hearts can capture unique love without it going into uncharted territory.


You can look up at the stars and question existence. You can talk about why you prefer coffee over teal. You can talk about why you like to eat pickles straight out of the jar or your favorite Netflix shows. You can talk about passion in art and in life. You can admire each others beauty without trying to alter or destroy it. It’s not there for your enjoyment, it’s just there. And you get to be there, too.


But then, it has to end. At least temporarily. At least physically. At least for now, it has to end.


The ending is bittersweet but has a sugary aftertaste. You loved every moment of it and the marks you’ve left on this individual makes you whole. It’s not a forced relationship. It was full of like, appreciation and connection. But it couldn’t last forever, and that was the charm of it.


That’s where Wildest Dreams comes in. You enter the state of enchantment and you leave. Not into oblivion, but into immortality. You probably won’t see the other individual again, but your relationship was always based on “maybes” and “almosts.”


So, maybe you’ll run into them at a grocery store or coffee shop. Maybe you’ll see them in another realm on another planet. Maybe they’ll see you in their wildest dreams, persuading them into absolute bliss.


In a sense, Enchanted and Wildest Dreams are both about relationships that telepathically happened but never officially happened. Relationships that lived off of fiery passion and spontaneous conversation instead of labels and commitment. They are relationships with no ‘I love you,’ but relationships of unspoken love. Not necessarily romantic or full of metaphorical moments. Essentially, it can be anything you want it to be...and I think that's the best part.

And it leaves you wondering. Especially if you’re a over romanticizing poet that melts at the feeling of nostalgia like me.


“This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go, don’t you let it go.”


The moments linger. I think about you sometimes. Sometimes platonically, sometimes romantically, sometimes hypothetically, sometimes in dreams. The what-ifs wander in the back of my mind and that's where they will stay.

Regardless, moments happen. And moments change everything. They capture our attention and open our minds. The feelings from every word are a river into your soul. Maybe wildest dreams are better than reality, sometimes.


It’s 1:54 AM.
Say you’ll remember me.
Don’t you let it go.