When you played that song,
the one that we both loved,
the one that began everything,
I felt myself wanted to cry.
But for the sake of my pride,
I kept it together
I didn't admit how I'd always
felt about you.
I smiled and sang along
and let the things I'd done
race through my mind.
I remember meeting you
where you were laced
in the sweet scents of summer
and your hair untamed.
With your smile and your
open mind.
With your laugh and
your charm.
And I can't help myself
from revisiting this time
too frequently.
When coconut was washed
into my honey hair
and soap into yours.
And we were refreshed
and somehow cleansed of our demons.
Free at last to some unknown
happiness and finding it
where we least expected it.
I remember the times
when we did things
that every teenager does,
but for me it's not easy
and you know that.
You're the one
who's constantly changing
my thinking.
And forcing me to see things
in a new light.
Pulling me between
what I know and what you know,
two very different things.
You've become a friend,
someone I trust and don't want to
live without.
Someone who reminds me
that life's going to be okay
without ever actually saying it.
I appreciate your existence,
and as you play songs that
bring back memories,
I know I'm going to be fine.
