Sing To Me Instead

2002 - Anne-Marie

I reckon that I'll always remember our first kiss. You leaned forwards, it was practically lighter than a feather. But it'll never be better than that summer day in 2002. We may only have been eleven, but we acted like the grownups we are now. We drank juice from red solo cups, we laughed and sang through the night. We'd sing that love is forever, and I guess that was true. 

Because now we're under the covers in your bed, and we've reached eighteen. I guess we're more than lovers at this point because we're everything either of us will ever need in life. You hold me close in your arms, and I'm taken straight back to that day in 2002. 

We'd danced on the hood of an old Mustang in the middle of the woods, singing the newest hit songs with our school friends. All ninety-nine of my problems flew away, and we talked about what we wanted to be. Because if we were going to do this, we'd have to do it right. Deals were made, promises too. And none of them got broken. We took so many polaroids, us singing and laughing, when we were young, and singing at the top of our lungs. And that was the day we fell in love. 

And it was the best way to do it. Carefree, fun, bright and young, we fell in love messing around and laughing with our friends. Now when I play those songs that we listened to that day, I can't help but be reminded of you and our promises and the day we fell in love.